Yes, much better. They're not what anyone could call comfortable with each other, but at least Stark doesn't feel so much like he's riding with a particularly twitchy cockroach with a temper, anymore. Digging into a coat-pocket, Stark lights himself another Malediction and manages to untense somewhat, himself.

Come to that, just what the hell is he riding with? Is Winchester a zombie, a particularly solid ghost, or just some unknown quantity? Stark turns his head, cocking it a bit to the side narrowing his eyes curiously as he looks Winchester over more closely. The inspection culminates in a blunt (and possibly confusing), "Are you the same?" Because really, one has to wonder - it is an entirely new body the angel gave him.