"What?" He bristled a little at that laugh. He didn't find anything funny. And surely it wasn't whatever Crowley found funny so he'd like to know so he could disapprove of it. Though perhaps it was fine. He humphed and tucked his wings close at his back as best he could over the chair back.

"It is, isn't it? And starvation is not a pretty thing." He's seen to far too much of it. Though less these days, thank Heaven. "And work." He rolls his eyes. "I can't even imagine! I mean there's the bookshop, of course, but I can close up whenever I wish and go to Majorca or Paris. Not that those are exactly options here. And of course you can use up sick days, my dear, but if money is your aim, it's rather counter-intuitive don't you think?"

He will then proceed to nick a slice of bacon from the other's plate.