"Oh you must have been famished. Do you want a bite?" And tempting or not, Crowley's bare chest and the long slope of his stomach is distracting in more ways than one. He is about to try to convince him to put on at least his undershirt when the topic of conversation is changed.

"Oh! Oh, yes that is a wonderful idea. You know, if we're going to fit in here we should attempt to make...friends. It'll be interesting, certainly more with some of them than others. But you can't exactly inspire people that dislike you, can you. It shouldn't be too hard after all I have made friends before."

But back on the topic at hand. "And definitely with...Sylvando." He briefly touches Crowley's arm, shocked by the unexpected touch of bare skin and grips the tray instead. "Just think! Good food. Real food. Some bastion of sanity in this madness. I'm almost looking forward to it."