The worrisome thing was that Aleister touching him didn't even bother him. Hell, he barely even took note of it in a way that was bothersome. It was almost welcome. Not a lot of friendly touching happening to him. Maybe that was why he simply let himself be touched as he nodded to what Aleister was offering. He realised it was likely a self-serving favour - surely the King of Hell had a vested interest in knowing the whereabouts of Lucifer's vessel - but it was a favour nonetheless.

And coming to tell him anything, plotting with him, that was as close to selfless as the demon could likely get. "Thanks," Bobby muttered, thinking about how close they stood.

"I can get myself a better phone. Then I'll voice text you next time." Whatever that was.