Well, at least he wasn't someone's dinner. The idiot would have bled to death.

[ She, too, is also soft and she is deeply concerned for Matt, and yet- ]

Sometimes too soft for their own good. It's a good way to get killed or maimed.

[ She likes to think she's speaking from experience; being "soft" and docile as she once was cost her. And as irritated as she is, as angry as she had become, she understands that struggle all too well. Gwenhwyfar would have brushed Crowley's words off, but she is reaching out to him to avoid that from happening.

Like this stranger. ]

I do wonder what sort of god or sorcerer he pissed off to be that way. Humans aren't born like that, they're cursed by someone or something.

[ Too many feelings all at once. And while Crowley can't see it, Gwenhwyfar is rubbing her head. ]

That scent... the scent of blood- I hate it. [ And the carnal urge to drink it. ] I don't want to do the same, Crowley, I don't want to hurt anyone.