[Crowley has a handful of seconds to be genuinely surprised that Archer didn't throw him to the wolves, before everything goes quiet and sort of pleasantly blank. He glances between Archer and the police officers, before offering a polite smile.]

So sorry, officers, my friend and I must have gotten a little turned around.

[His voice is pitched slightly softer, closer to his Ashtoreth inflection.

He goes without a fuss when the police officers direct them out, reaching out to curl his fingers in the crook of Archer's arm, an easy, friendly gesture.]

My husband will be so worried, thank you so much for coming to fetch us.