Crowley made a sound of agreement without actually having to speak. It was just a sound in the forefront of the mouth. They would keep doing what they were doing. Which right now wasn't much of anything. That needed to change. He didn't particularly want to sit here and stare at the ducks until it was so dark the waterfowl moved on to their evening nesting grounds. That was boring.
“I think...” and he paused to think for a moment. He wanted food. Something good and entertaining at the same time. The demon was loathe to boredom. “I think teppan style Hibachi sounds good right now.” It was magnificent. He had found the place rather by accident. But it was a mixture of good food with the entertainment of having the food cooked right in front of you while the chef tempted death by tossing knifes around in the air.
It was certainly a place that had Crowley's interest. He turned his head to look at his companion and gave a broad grin. “Lobster, steak... prawns.”
He was attempting to tempt the angel to dinner. The demon knew it wouldn't take much, it wasn't like he hadn't done it an succeeded in the past.