Daine has absolutely no intention of putting anyone down - or raising her foot, despite Spike's struggles - until she's certain they're not going to start right back up where they left off. She hoists Crowley a bit higher in response to Aziraphale's approach, trying to keep him out of fist-swinging range.

Your demon? she repeats, giving Aziraphale a dubious look out of one eye. The person in her trunk feels like a regular two-legger to her, though looks can be deceiving. Well, whatever he is, if he's truly Aziraphale's responsibility, then the angel should've been the one breaking things up instead of standing idly by until she stepped in. She rumbles her disapproval, a sound less heard and more felt through the waxed wood floor. How disappointingly typical for an angel.

And you didn't see fit to stop him fighting with folk? she asks with a pointed, almost prissy flap of her ears. I thought you were a better sort of angel than that. And as for you, she continues, directing her gaze toward Spike, I don't think Bee would be very impressed if she could see you just now. Honestly, they're all acting like such children. She turns her disapproving glare on each of them in turn, then announces, You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves, causing a ruction like this. What if you'd hurt someone else on accident?