"I can shoot a lot worse than verbal barbs, if that's what you're looking for," Algidus growls, already sounding irritated by this exchange--or maybe that's just his frustration with everything bleeding into his demeanor. Or maybe it's both.

Either way, while Crowley feigns disinterest, Algidus doesn't even look at the demon--he just keeps glaring straight ahead, as if his ire alone could be enough to burn the kelp forest before him to the ground. The otherworldly glow of his eyes certainly resembles smoldering embers, if not more green in coloration than a typical low-burning fire might be.