Two years. Two years was nothing to scoff at, but in Crowley's lifespan, wasn't a very long time. It might be less off-putting if he knew why he was here or had some purpose. It might be more off-putting if he wasn't here with his best friend. Things could always be worse.

"I can handle it, trust me." he sighed, assuming he'd be able to just snap himself sober later. Granted, these are experiments yet to be explored. "Two years, though... hn. Any other advice?"