He suddenly finds himself with a lot of demon to hold, and, quite honestly, he really doesn't mind; quite the contrary. At first, he's a bit surprised, but it's far from the first time Crowley has attempted to hold onto him when they're alone (though, usually, they would be preparing to sleep, and hardly ever commented on any of it).

He easily falls into another sweet smile, one arm going around the demon's middle again as he drinks the rest of his wine and puts his glass away. His now free hand rests over Crowley's knee, and he feels himself quite snuggly.

To think, they don't have to hide anymore. They don't have to pretend to be enemies, or that they don't know each other. That they went from that to this. "Anywhere, as long as we're together."