[ Timing?

It's the timing that's bothering him? ]

In case you hadn't noticed, we eat dinner together every day. The blood and screaming does tend to invoke a sense of urgency over the whole thing.

[ Also, perhaps, the fear. There might have been some fear involved. Crowley had been afraid, had momentarily envisioned the end for both of them.

The end might still come. He's still considering it a possibility that he'll wake up starting to grow fur himself tomorrow. ]