Crowley is still sprawled on the ground, figuratively catching his breath over what just happened. It had been there. A gateway to Hell. He felt the fear of going back, of facing the consequences, of maybe never seeing — well, anyway. Still, in that last moment, he somehow didn’t think this place was going to allow him to leave.

He pushes himself into a sitting position and looks up at Galahad. “Thank you,” is all he says for now.