Crowley recoiled.

"Oh.... that's low!"

He looked away but the worry in those blue eyes seemed to pierce right through him. Azriaphale was still watching him, still worrying, still sad. And Crowley knew the only way to get any sort or peace was to just give in.

"Fine! Just... stop looking at me like that. The last thing I need is word getting around I had an angel pitying me."

He even set about attempting the task on his own. One-handed he could at lest see to the bindings holding his leather jacket closed.