[Alphinaud sits up with a start. That's a loud noise. SO MANY LOUD NOISES. His poor large ears.]

What in the name of the Twelve--

[The bed is warm and he doesn't want to roll out of it, so he squints into the video feed.]

Crowley's birthday? [Isn't he like... a demon or something? Those aren't born, are they?]

... Did you wake him up? As much as I'm sure he appreciates the gesture, he seems to enjoy sleeping through the twilight hours.