Always practical. [Sometimes it worries her how much Boyd and Crowley are alike. Then she remembers Crowley hates Lucifer and that's the only difference that will ever matter.]

If he did, you're going to need a dance partner, now aren't you? [She rests a hand on his arm, all mischievous grins.] Maybe it'll drag him out of the woodwork.

[Because she is totally not above seeing if Castiel gets jealous of Crowley's teenage pet Antichrist dancing with his man. She has a totally valid image of their relationship in her head.]