[Anger is an easy one, and it's so easy for Crowley to be angry. Right now, anger doesn't quite describe the level of emotion he's feeling, and it doesn't really matter what exactly he's so angry about. What you want to be careful of is the fact that it's pulling slim, scarlet flames upwards from the ground around his feet... and he doesn't seem to notice.

Crowley leaves a trail of smouldering flames wherever he walks in his current state of outrage, until he comes to a stone bench that takes a few scorch-marks while he sits down on it. The corner of his coat catches fire, and he puts it out with a glance. Apologies to anyone nearby who might want to pass without melting the soles of their shoes...

But really, Crowley isn't sorry at all.

Ducks.

[Says the amulet. Or, rather, says Crowley's thought through the amulet. He's perched by a relatively large pond, looking pensively at the water.]

This place could use some ducks.

[It's possible he doesn't realise, at this point, that he's broadcasting his mind to all and sundry. Equally possible that he does, and it's very important that everyone listening is aware of the current need for ducks at his particular location.]

Hmm...

[What's in the mystery box doesn't seem to be perturbing him as much as it's causing a great deal of curiosity. Strange, really, when what he's holding in his hand right now is a scarf that looks very much like it's been set on fire.]

... Is someone trying to make a point? It's not a very good one.

[His nose wrinkles slightly, and his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. The demon doesn't like how familiar the scarf looks. The question - spoken aloud but not really addressed to anyone in the vicinity of the outside of the café where he found the box - has the tone of being dismissive, but the way he doesn't immediately put the box down perhaps says otherwise.]

Did you see who left this here?

[Because Crowley didn't, and he's certain it wasn't there when he sat down.]