Crowley is not interested in snacks, but has been hunting for alcohol nearly every moment since they've arrived. It has been quite a while since Crowley had partaken in any such pleasantries, and it would take quite a lot of it to get them properly drunk, so that part was likely off the table for the night's occasion.

Elena was well dressed, and seemed vaguely of-age to know where to find the liquor, so Crowley slid closer, tapping on their empty glass.

"You wouldn't happen to know if there's a bottle of red stashed anywhere, would you?"