Crowley feels a bit overbearing, like how he had been when Warlock had a cold, which really, is probably useful knowledge when it comes to caring for their new forms. Still, Crowley can't help it. He worries.

"Do you want to lay down?" he asks with some hesitation, "I'll stay... I won't go anywhere." he feels he needs to specify this too, especially after running out on him earlier. Not something he plans to do again.