Lucky bastard.

[Not that Crowley particularly wants a truck, but that's hardly the point.

Once they're inside, he drops down into a table a little out of the way, just in case Cullen at some point decides they're going to try to talk about feelings.]

I could teach you, if you'd like? Could teach Blade, too, not sure if he's got the dexterity for it, but it'd be good for a laugh.