"I appreciate it." Now his worries turned to Crowley, to how the demon would fare without him, should Heaven or Hell come knocking...or should his friend end up in a horrible spell of depression and sleep for another century.

He had not heard 'well-met' for at least a couple centuries and wasn't sure if he recalled correctly the appropriate etiquette, so he stumbled out an awkward reply of "Well met," in response and held out his hand for a handshake.

"Until we meet again, Eleven."