"Demon wings? Why, what do yours look like? On my world, there isn't really any difference except for color. Crowley tends to keep them in better shape, too."

There's always a feather or two sticking out of place, much like the state of his bookshop. At any rate, he doesn't seem inclined to judge, no matter what Penninah's wings look like.

Her comparison of Lucifer to a naughty human child at church has him giggling. "Well, I suppose that's not so bad... Oh? You'd let me?" He smiles warmly, touched by the offer. "I might take you up on that. Crowley sometimes wears his hair long and... well..." He leans in and confesses, "If I get the opportunity to braid his, I want to do it right."