Repose. Crowley could do with a bit of repose. Crowley has also been known to sleep full decades away when the mood strikes him, but that's just his way of coping.

He nods to the table near the couch, where two bottles of wine have been left, a gift from the host of the flat. Not the best years or the most vintage of wines, but certainly better than the petrol station brands he'd picked up before.

"Glass of wine?" he offers. "I still have the sushi waiting for us, as well. Or we could order a takeaway."

Nothing that involves too much miracling. Not that he truly imagines they'll see through the neutrality of this place. All the same, he doesn't want to run the risk. Not when all they truly need is a break. Just for a little while.