The mirror was collected with an absentminded brush of fingers before his head lulled to one side, giving angel and the bacon he had stolen in the transaction an incredulous look. This didn't last overly long as he once again found himself rather impressed by the theft and dreamed up an easy solution to prevent further incursions. He turned the plate, making the sausage the nearest thing and placing more distance between angel and bacon.

"Can't have much nightlife..."

Crowley then glanced to the mirror and groaned an annoyed sound.

"Ghhrr, no clubs? Not even one? We're going to have to find something to do in the evenings or I'm going to start climbing the walls."

He slammed the mirror closed and shoved the thing back into a pocket.

"And I don't mean solitaire!"