Well. That was the strangest thing he had seen in a very long time. Looking entirely baffled among his books, he held the one he was currently holding close to his chest almost protectively as he watched his key disappear in the most insane little wiggle of a dance.

That was that then, was it?

"Good lord, Crowley, are you drunk?" He wasn't sure how he felt about any of this but he was a struggling to know how to appropriately handle this. Slowly, he put the book aside and got to his feet, holding his hand up. "Please -- Please remove the key and unlock the door, you really must get fresh air and sober up."