[At the end of the day, Crowley will always be a predator, and there's a certain taste that panic has, when it's in the air. He's not about to mention it, but he releases her slowly, moving to grab a fresh bottle of water from the fridge.]

I'll do you one better. [He twists the top off and offers it out.] Little easier to drink from than a glass.

[With a quick miracle, he makes sure the bed has fresh linens and there's an unopened toothbrush sitting by the ensuite's sink.]

Once you're done with that, I'll show you up to bed. I can make you some clothes to sleep in, if you'd like?