"There's no other person I'd trust behind the bar." he laughs, sort of a cackle. "So we have a deal?"

He grins as they trudge along with the goat in tow. It's unfortunately quite a far trek back to the inn, which Crowley didn’t think about at the time. Maybe he should have miracled them a cart of some kind... or better yet, another goat to carry it. He thinks on this a moment before speaking.

"Ah... do you think we should have strapped this thing to something else? We don't need your arms getting tired."