Crowley immediately stiffened, fighting the impulse to do her some kind of injury. This touch wasn't intended as a threat and he had to remind himself of that before gingerly and awkwardly patting her on the back.

The thing was, no one ever touched the demon in a friendly way. John would, on occasion, but only under dire circumstances. And Crowley wasn't thinking about the other person or the other kinds of touches. Apart from that, he couldn't recall the last time a hand had met his body without it being in the shape of a fist.

This woman knew he was a demon, too, or so John had told him. She had to realize this was dangerous, so she was either insane or didn't care, both of which were interesting.

But all he ended up saying was, "Thank you." Stepping slightly out of her reach, he straightened his jacket and gave one of his more charming smiles.