"We're here." It took quite a bit of effort to maneuver the demon into the room, especially with his wings as they were, but after some minutes the Corinthian was dragging him through the living area and into the tiny bedroom, where he carefully deposited Crowley on the bed. A tiny frown formed as he watched bits of red stain the sheets, but he supposed that would just be another problem for housekeeping to deal with at a later date.

He lingered for some time after, staring down at the injured man with a vague sense of discontent. It was only by sheer luck he had even found him this time before it could have gotten any worse. If the demon kept this up.... "Go to sleep. You'll be fine here."