"They're really not subtle, are they? Be nice though. Crowley is all right, he ain't like his shitty family. 'Sides, someone like him with your Aziraphale ain't a bad idea. Got some edge in his life." Aziraphale was just a very soft boy with zero edges so anything like this had to be a good thing, right?

Bill went into the kitchen and grabbed some stuff, pocketing what he assumed they'd need. Money, some ID and the car keys. He tossed the keys to his boyfriend and then got his coat again.

"Are we gonna go talk cause we don't have a great history of talking to 'em." Bill reminded Barty as he pulled Crowley aside so Barty could reach his shoes. "And I don't fancy a fight with that Gabriel bloke. He's fucking hench."

He turned to Crowley, frowning. "You seen that one? He's fucking solid."