'Oh, yeah, sure,' Crowley agrees easily, 'but I'm off the clock right now.'

Which is to say, he could turn himself into a giant maggoty horror and consume you, or capsize your boat with a thought, or find some sharks or anglerfish or some shit swimming down below to bother into attacking you, but why would he? Unpleasant and unnecessary. Anyway, that'd take effort.

He cocks an eyebrow that might go unseen in the dim light. 'Whaddabout you? You more dangerous than you look?'