[ Crowley stumbles back slightly, but manages to keep both of them from falling over entirely. He's still coherent enough to stay on his feet, but admittedly enough it is begin to effect his fighting -- the sirens, who should be something akin to fighting a newly turned vampire at best, prove to be a difficult foe even for Crowley.

He's not going to offer his cape or anything. Bleed, bitch. ]

... [ He doesn't want to admit it, but it's way too evident. ] A little. I can still stand well enough, but there's no point in telling you that everything is fine -- I feel like shit and want to go home, can I at least take a nap in one of the boats?