Crowley would never judge, particularly not Alice, but he has his own items of comfort back home. None are nearly as cuddly, but one could argue the glasses he so frequently wears to disguise his eyes are an extension of comfort as well. For Crowley, they are a shield, a protective layer that masks his emotions and vulnerability to the outside world. It was never about keeping him visibly human, and all about making him impenetrable to those who could harm him.

Alice's voice is a relief in the moment, she sounds more grounded than she had all morning, and Crowley feels better knowing that he had helped. He chuckles at her question, shrugging.

"Define odd."