She pulled herself to sit on the arm rest of a nearby kneeling bench, biting absently on her lower lip as she watched before her. There was something so very strange about Edward leading Crowley... and it occurred to her that perhaps this wasn't so great. The demon was staying quiet, and she assumed it was his chosen role for the evening. She respect that enough to not speak to him aloud, and so directed her thoughts towards him. Are you ok with this, doll? Need anything?