[Rather than make an executive decision about how Jon takes his tea, Crowley brings out a tray with the filled pot, a mug, tea and sugar, and sets it all down on the coffee table for Jon to do with as he will.

There's a mug for himself, but it's full of coffee.]

Makes 'em grow better. [The real answer, if he was better at self reflection, would be that he's reframing the trauma of being cast out of Heaven, but that's neither here nor there.] It's a waste of time to coddle them, I've got to make sure they know what the consequences are if they let me down.

[Cue a pointed glance at some of the plants, who all shudder and do their best to look more lush and verdant.]