[Crowley groans, as if this is more of a minor inconvenience than like, murder children breaking into the house, and stalks over to the knife block.]
If you tell anyone I did this, I'll kill you myself.
[Ominious words for someone holding a knife, but for now he just neatly slices the back of his arm (because he's not an idiot, slicing open a hand may look cooler, but it's a quick way to fuck up a bunch of important nerves), tossing the knife aside so he can drag his fingertips through the welling blood and paint a few messy enochian symbols around the doorway into the kitchen.
For all he knows, this might not work; he's never been much for that old sort of magic, and it requires demon blood, which his may not count as anymore, but it's better than doing nothing.]
cw blood/injury
If you tell anyone I did this, I'll kill you myself.
[Ominious words for someone holding a knife, but for now he just neatly slices the back of his arm (because he's not an idiot, slicing open a hand may look cooler, but it's a quick way to fuck up a bunch of important nerves), tossing the knife aside so he can drag his fingertips through the welling blood and paint a few messy enochian symbols around the doorway into the kitchen.
For all he knows, this might not work; he's never been much for that old sort of magic, and it requires demon blood, which his may not count as anymore, but it's better than doing nothing.]