"Can you stop being dramatic for a minute, you little diva?" Damn, he was about to cry. Someone had told him no, told him he had to wait, and thus life as he knew it was ending and he'd have to cry for a good long time. "Listen, we'll come back tomorrow. I'll get you whatever book you want." Huh.

He glanced at the librarian, deciding that he didn't want to come across as a horrible guardian. "Age-appropriate. Although you may find Rosemary's Baby unusually inspiring, sweet boy."

What a nightmare child. "Say goodbye now." He pushed his hair back from his face, shaking his head and looking at Aziraphale. "Sorry. We'll be out of your hair in a minute, I know you've got better things to do." Friday night. If that bloke was even just half as gay as he looked, Crowley had a feeling he knew what kind of evening they were blocking him from. "Just trying to avoid hysterics."