Such a reaction is not the one expected when Crowley's in this form. Shrieks and cries are more likely, and those with a more curious personality tend to take him more by surprise than he does them. Crowley's tongue flicks out to sniff at her, overwhelmed by her scent, which seems extremely out of place in their current setting. He hisses softly, this head lowering to motion along the rest of him.

"For me. I'd rather not be stepped on."