The question hung in the air for a few moments. Castiel stared at the sliver of light peeking through the curtain of the sliding glass door, then turned, staggered towards the bed, and invited himself to sit on the edge of the mattress. He ran a hand over his face, sighing through his nose. "...I don't know."

At this distance, Edgeworth might be able to catch the scent of liquor practically leaking from the angel's skin.