"Well done," he says encouragingly, breaking into a rather out-of-place smile. "This way." He keeps hold of one hand and lets the other go, turning to nudge her carefully toward the nearest door. He rests his hand on the handle and gives it a bit of a tug, then a push, but no good - it's locked. Isn't that always how it goes, with these rooms. He sighs heavily.

"Quite finicky, this old house," he says, a bit ridiculously. This probably isn't helpful. He's absolute rubbish at this whole consolation deal, isn't he? Crowley would make such fun.

"Not to worry, dear," he says, and pats her hand before letting that one go as well. He places both palms on the door and gives it a good shove, summoning more than his bodily strength, breaking the lock and forcing the heavy doors open. The next room looks just as wretched as this one, but he knows better by now. "There we are," he says, recovering her hand and pulling her gently across the threshold.