Crowley looked a bit caught out.

Because he was right.

"I suppose you expect a thank you," he said, already thinking of a hundred ways he could prove his gratitude without two simple, silly, weak words.

None of those hundreds could happen at the breakfast table.

Crowley sniffed, then as casually as he could manage, he said.

"Thank you."

Somehow he made it sound even sillier and weaker.