"Fascinating..." The angel eyes the food with every ounce of interest in his eyes, which seems to overpower his peckishness at least for a moment, examining the delicacy rather closely as Crowley finds them a seat.

Pulling his gaze away from it, he looks around at all the people. There seems to be a rather 'cozy' ambiance all around, a kind of feeling of community that he hasn't seen in a couple of decades, though that might have to do with his living in central London.

"I do rather hope nothing happens to bother the people of this place." The words leave him before he considers the preemptiveness - though hopefully not damning - that they carry.