[Crowley steps forward easily, settling his hands on her waist to help her steady herself, not wanting her to go toppling sideways in his kitchen.]

Why don't we get you tucked into bed, hm? You can sleep off all this alcohol, and we'll chat in the morning about what you want to do with all the... other things.

[He's not about to let anything happen tonight, when she's drunk enough that she left her crown behind in a crowded bar.]