His expression turns curious, but he nods.

"Oh - one moment," he says with a snap of his fingers, and turns back to his tea to pull out the tea ball. He digs the honey back out from the cupboard where he'd stashed it only a few minutes ago and wonders vaguely what Crowley had meant. It could have been anything; there was certainly no short supply of compliments where Crowley was concerned. As with so many other things this morning, though, something about his response felt slightly off.