Which doesn't mean that Crowley hasn't noticed them.

A quick glance around, and then - a small puff of flame, and then another, and then another, until all the loose feathers that Crowley can spot are no longer there to be spotted.

"No sense taking chances," Crowley says, in complete contradiction of almost everything he's done tonight.

Still - it may be illogical, but it's not quite irrational. It's not paranoia, after all, if they really are out to get you.

Ardens sed Virens.