He watches the demon curiously, vaguely considering asking him for more details about that day. But then Crowley smiles at him, and all he wants to do is to keep the conversation light and pleasant as it's been. He smiles right back.

"Well, I'm glad." While time doesn't often have much meaning to creatures that existed well before it, it's still strange to think about back then, and about how they didn't know each other as closely. "And I was right about the oysters, wasn't I?" Cheekily, but softly.