He looks warily at the pistol, then back at Crowley.

"Maybe. But two years is not a very long time," he points out. "Even for them."

His gaze drifts to the door behind Crowley and then, slowly, back to the pistol.

"How convinced are you?" he asks, shifting to the balls of his feet.

"Come to think of it, what makes you think I've changed enough that I don't grab that thing and shove right past you? Maybe you need it."