"Hmm?" He had started fixing his clothes and was already fighting off the associated sleepiness, cursed Miracles, and so doesn't quite follow. Then the words catch up and he shake his head. Leave it to Crowley to immediately be involved with the Antichrist of any world.

"I've talked to him. He seems rather nice." Perhaps not mention that he asked him to look after Crowley. It seemed it didn't work out. "Anyway, he has nothing to do with us. His world's angels and assorted beings can do as they like." Though he has to hope that the Almighty doesn't intend to destroy that one either.

Why did she make so many variants? Why was she not happy with--

No, it wasn't his to reason why. Because she did. That was all. For the greater good. Somehow. He notes that Crowley is gathering his things.

"Are you going out? See if you can pick up a map or something, if you would. I think I am going to make another cup of coffee after I finish this, and try and figure out what on Earth I can do for some sort of breakfast because mortality will be more troublesome." His stomach is grumbling and he is tired and a bit grumpy but he can't let Crowley leave without tempting him, just a little, to come back.

He was still welcome here after all.

If he wanted.

Even if present company wasn't... well... the best.