Honestly he was trying to be cheeky. How can Crowley be a demon and not get a double entendre as blatant as that? it must be because they travel in such different circles it can't be helped. But, well, it's not terribly important.

"No, but I do enjoy them from time to time." Said in an offhanded way.

The worries fade as they procure the wine, and disappear altogether when they reach the room unaccosted. It's a pleasant room, to be sure. Luxurious. The decor is a little tacky, but he'd prefer it over a cot in an alley, especially with the wing situation the way it is. Anyway, they're likely to be here a week at most, if not a little less, so he's fine with it.

He sits and, after a brief moment to adjust his wings, moans a little in comfort as he sinks against the buttery velvet.

"At least it feels good if nothing else. Though I don't know how we're going to come up with enough" he makes a face. "Munny to afford it."