Zira wouldn't hesitate to obey that command. He turned, though it felt a bit odd to carry Crowley to the bedroom as a snake. The snake was hardly weighted enough to be felt, as he walked, and yet Zira felt the weight of his sadness. He very nearly asked what had happened, to make him sign the resort away, but he wasn't sure he really wanted to know. If Crwoley wanted to talk about it, Crowley would talk about it.
Once in the bedroom, he sauntered to the bed. Crowley would have to untangle from him, for him to get properly undressed. It wouldn't do, to will his clothes away, and accidentally poof Crowley away, with it.