The door swung open, and she barely had time to register the awkward tension thickening the air. Castiel was perched on the edge of the bed, his trench coat rumpled and his tie slightly loosened, his gaze fixed on her with a strange intensity. The glow of the TV screen flickered behind him, briefly illuminating a frozen frame of a pizza delivery man and a babysitter in a compromising position. "I was conducting research," he began, his tone measured yet uncharacteristically hesitant. Then, after a beat, he tilted his head, his expression almost earnest. "Would you assist me in reenacting one of the scenarios? I believe it might deepen my understanding."