The angel perks up, looking at Crowley, down at the check and then back up at him. It takes him a moment but, much like any other times Crowley has come through in ways that make the angel feel truly understood and cherished (and maybe a little loved), he smiles brightly.

He gets up, slightly turning his head in an attempt to hide the brightness, the sweetness of that smile. Oh, Crowley.

He adjusts his jacket and clears his throat, attempting to get back to some form of focus. "Do you think we can get there from here?"