The angel looks around when they enter the room, immediately taking in the... Grimness? No, that's not the word-- the style of the decor, very dark, very simple yet gently ornate in spots. It... Reminds him of Crowley's flat quite a lot, which makes him smile.

"Oh-" He stammers for a moment and shakes his head, still holding Crowley's hand. "No, no, that's quite alright."

He tries not to think too much about the bed. Or how he has to hold his clothes while they stand there. Well, he does want to think about the implications, he just doesn't want to loose his nerve for some silly reason.