He didn't expect to come back to that! It had taken him three tries with a bag increasingly grease stained to hear-- those noises! Why was he even watching that? What could a demon even get out of that? He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He was doubly sure he'd rather give Crowley his privacy.

But it could be a wiley ploy to keep him away. So he walked in boldly. After six thousand years, he had seen enough of humanity to know the birds and the bees and found sex in general to be a lovely time of emotional intimacy and sensation and yet-- there were always ways to surprise him.

"Good gracious! That is no way to treat a vegetable!"