He's glad he transitioned that without too much awkwardness. He's maybe also too fond of Crowley tugging on his tie. The kiss is more than welcome, and he returns it eagerly, but conscious of not being overeager. He hopes.

Oh, right. Bedrooms. That's where this kind of thing usually takes place. He gives a curt nod before he lets his eyes wander over Crowley again with obvious hunger before he meets his eyes.

And then he brings them both to Crowley's bedroom without much more fanfare. He remembers where it is. Still holding Crowley's gaze, he shrugs out of his overcoat and lets it fall to the floor, then leans in for another kiss. It isn't very gentle; it's more demanding than anything, pushing at Crowley to give him more.