"Really? It wasn't even one of my better lies." Molly wasn't entirely sure if Crowley was being facetious or not, but he seemed sincere.

He looked down at the carpet, trying to see the wear of it the same way Crowley did. He'd just have to take his companion's word on this one. "I think you might be on to something. At the very least, it might lead us to the kitchen." He figured that had to be a pretty popular destination, even in a castle.

Without any further hesitation, Molly headed down that corridor, hoping the door that lay at the end of it led outside and not to a toilet.