True. Serving Her is nothing like being submissive to just any Tom or Dick.

[He makes a soft, ambiguous sound.]

Thank Heaven for that. Can you imagine me trying to take charge of a human? A bit like you with your houseplants, minus the yelling.

[How does one care for a human that way? It seems rather more messy than he's signed up for. His expression shifts prim when Crowley transports them like that, his sniff expressive.

Yet it doesn't seem he makes use of a key in opening the door. He steps in and stops a few steps inside just to stand and look. Turn a full circle. His mouth purses into a moue of distaste.]

It's so...so...open.