He frowned for a moment, unsure what Anthony was saying and then he realised. Ah, yes, the beds. "Oh, no, I'm sure you will. I'm more worried about me. I seem to roll in my sleep. I roll off the bed sometimes. Perhaps in my dream, I believe I'm some sort of crab or something. Always skuttling off the side."

Joe didn't seem threatened by Crowley, mostly more worried about himself. He rolled, he cuddled his pillow and sometimes he made noise in his sleep.

The cart moved by and Joe's eyes widened. "Oh! Is that the cart?"