"Oh, so now it's sweetheart, is it?" John smirked. "See how they operate, Crowley? One minute they're insulting your manhood, and the next they find a use for you and then it's all terms of endearment and shit...right, I'm going, I'm going," he said, heading for the kitchen with his hands raised in surrender at the malevolent glare Zatanna directed his way.

He deliberately ignored Crowley's innuendo, since he hadn't made up his mind just how to deal with that situation yet and hadn't quite expected to have to do so this quickly. Bugger.