"A minor freak out." Robin gives a snort at Castiel's choice of wording, giving the alcohol in his glass a slow swirl inside the cup and sitting up a little more straight in the seat he's been lounging in.

"Call me next time. I'll hook you up with some craftsmen and retailers that haven't got anything left in the world to be disturbed by they haven't seen yet. No guarantee they're going to be human, though. Or legal. Well, I guess you know my scene well enough by now to have that figured out. What'd you do to them, anyway? Got those things locked down tighter than Fort Knox?"