Crowley had only been passing by, really. No intention on getting involved save for maybe creating a bit of a disturbance. Something really low-key that would cause an afternoon of mild irritation as opposed to causing physical harm. He doesn't really know what makes him stop, but he picks up the fallen bud, inspecting its petals and leaves for spotting or wilting before holding it back out expectantly.

He makes a non-commital noise, shrugging a shoulder. "Yeah, sure. Decent flower, at least."