Looking at Anathema, he mouthed to her desperately. "Why?"

He couldn't do this. His legs wouldn't move and he didn't want to be trapped alone with Crowley, explaining himself. He looked in the direction of the bathroom. If Dallen came back and he was in the bedroom with another man, it would be awfully unfortunate. Even so, he knew there was no way out of this. It was too late.

Swallowing hard, he stepped into the bedroom and shut the door, finding himself a nice, safe corner to back himself up with. "You look ... good." He awkwardly raised his hand, fiddling with his bowtie, feeling aggressively anxious. He knew he didn't look good, he had gained weight and everything. Dallen always liked to remind him.