Well, that is... a dragon. There are dragons here. He thought those had gone the way of the unicorns, but hey, sure, why not. Maybe whoever set this planet up missed them.

Crowley winces when the dragon's wing hits the wall--that has to smart, hitting your wing on something always does, they're rather delicate things.

"The plan wasn't to have it on your head? Never would have guessed. Want a hand with that?" He assumes he could still lift the seats, even with his ability to perform miracles missing, anyway.