If only he could have seen what was going on! Crowley craned his neck, trying to peer around the corner and listened as hard as he could hoping to pick up any piece of the conversation that must have been going on just down the corridor... but the other prisoners were too loud with their pacing about and noisy chatter. To Crowley the exchange seemed to last forever as they tend to do when you are anticipating an outcome. Maybe Molly had been caught, quickly ushered upstairs or into another cell? Surely there would be more fanfare and more guards running around in they had anticipated the break out? Besides that guy hadn't seemed the type to get caught!

Finally he caught the telltale sound of jingling keys which only just reached his ears before his new friend reappeared and used those lovely purloined things on the lock of his door. Crowley nodded to the other guy as he stepped out of his cell and into the relative freedom of the corridor.

"That guard must not have been prepared to deal with your charm." Have a smirk that might just have had the smallest glimmer of gratitude in it. "Any chance he will be returning soon? I'm thinking we shouldn't be here when he does."