[Loud barking greets Crowley from the other side of the door, and seconds later it opens to Blade, looking a little more filled out than the last time he saw him. Apparently, the dog opened the door, because Cullen's voice comes from further within the house.]

I'll be out in a moment! Make yourself at home. [And then...] Blade, remember what I said about jumping.

[The mabari huffs a mock growl, eyes Crowley up and down with his nose going ninety to nothing, and starts off toward the living room in a heavy click-clack of thick toenails.

The place is much less chaotic looking without tables laden from caterers, lived in but far from messy.

Just a couple of minutes later, Cullen emerges, dressed for the weather and the place, and not wearing his sword.]

Ready then? Offer you anything before we leave?