Mm, well, I wouldn't be opposed to sharin' a bed with you, but you're gonna complain 'cause I don't go straight to sleep. Then I gotta worry the rest of the night that your invisible beast of a hellhound's starin' at me, plottin' how to get closer to you by removin' me...

[ He leans into the demon, tiredly placing his weight right on Crowley. ]

You really want all that hangin' over your head?