His hand stills in Crowley's hair as he casts a surprised glance behind him. He had, in fact, forgotten, and unconsciously holds Crowley a bit tighter when he realizes that all that happy chattering is because of them. Oh, dear. He doesn't feel self-conscious so much as protective of Crowley. He knows how much his demon would rather not deal with such an onslaught of goodwill from random strangers.

A quick miracle, and suddenly, everyone is back to minding their own business. He doesn't make them forget about the events of the evening, but it will give himself and Crowley some much needed privacy. He lets the karaoke performer continue their rendition of "At Last", though. That's frankly inspired, and he even hums a few bars into Crowley's hair before planting another soft kiss there.

"All right. We don't have to go anywhere." There's nowhere else he'd rather be, either.