Refer back to said aforementioned stabbyness, [he shoots back at crowley, waving a hand to saunter off to the kitchen to get himself a drink of the hard liquour variety.] and call me old fashioned, but I don't think a grown-ass man getting swarmed by a load of idiot kids is the best look.

[he shakes his head as he takes a gulp of the drink.]

Friggin' undead... [muttered to himself, but just loud enough for crowley to hear the targeted incredulity in his voice.] Did you get some LSD-laden gummy bears, or something?

[now is probably not the best time to mention archer's residence is void of any protection pumpkins, seeing as he wasn't privvy to their protective ability.

it's probably fine.]