There are a lot of things Crowley is pissed about. His wings, for starters. Clipped and forced out into the open for everyone to see, like some drunkard with his knob out. He hasn't exactly processed quite how painful and humiliating that is and it would be a good six months before his next molt too, so no chance of seeing his flight feathers any time soon.

But Melissa mentions getting nosy and, for the first time since arriving, Crowley grins.

"Think they might have some offices? ...With filing cabinets? You lot love your filing cabinets. All sorts of interesting stuff in those."