It's a good thing Jim keeps that thought to himself. Otherwise he'd have an incredibly huffy angel on his hands. He's not being corrupted! What's corrupting about showing love for someone, even if they are technically your hereditary enemy? Besides, if anyone's doing the corrupting around here, it's the celestial being who's avidly reading the romance novels.

"The food is blessed?" he asks curiously, turning a bit in Crowley's affectionate grip so he can look at the buffet table. "No, I don't think that should have an impact, we would have sensed any sort of magic detrimental to us. There's no holy water lurking about, I'm assuming?" That's the only thing that would truly concern him.

"Oh, and, ah... in case you were wondering, eating is not something that angels from my world normally do. I'm rather the exception to the rule."