Just as he had always done he stepped through the doors much like a lady at a ball, but he paused right beyond the entry to wait for Aziraphale to catch him back up... taking the time to point out the best looking table to the maitre d', or whatever passed for one here, so they could stake out their dining location.

"House? They give us a free house?"

Crowley you see had been rather used to getting his orders transmitted directly into his mind and hadn't really bothered to actually listen to much the teaching staff had said about such matters. It had all seemed pretty trivial in the wake of the end of the world and his best friend had broken up with him anyway.