As if he wouldn't be just as happy with a helping of Crowley's sausage. But he lets him have his meal in peace having liberated enough for himself.

He sighs though in agreement.

"No theater. No opera. No lounges that stay open late. Just a nine to five world, apparently." Well perhaps a bit later than that, but not by much. He cuts himself another slice of waffle and eats it with a bit less enjoyment.

"I suppose we're only here to work."

As for what they could do in the evenings, he's sure he has no idea.