There's a pause while the Soldier tries to comprehend that. They'd wanted to go back to cold storage, sometimes, and maybe not come out again. But that was less because they liked it, and more because it was the only place that didn't hurt. Does Crowley find living that horrible that he has to willingly sleep away decades, centuries, of his life?

They stare into their teacup before asking, in a maybe kind of small voice, "He's not gonna sleep that long here, is he?"