Crowley returns the smile for a moment before a look of mild disappointment takes over their corporation. There had to be wine available, the spider had reeked of it earlier. But then again, maybe that was why Crowley couldn't find any.

The demon didn't make a habit of miracling their own drinks, but if they had to resort to turning water into wine, they would.

"Tell you what, if neither of us can find a bottle in the next ten minutes, I'll fetch something special for us to share."