Adam got up and walked towards the train, looking at the books and then crawling into the train because it was all very exciting and fun. Aziraphale watched him for a moment and then slipped in the back. "I will make you some tea, it's all fine. Sit down, my good fellow, sit. Do you like earl grey? I have that and some green tea with lemon."

Aziraphale put the kettle on and set out a mug, because he liked to be a good host and he had no idea what else to do with this man. His social skills were rusty. He just recommended books, argued with people over fines and talked occasionally to Barty. Otherwise, he didn't really -- hang.

Leaning in the doorway, he offered Crowley a sheepish smile. "He seems like a rather ... spirited boy. Sweet though. How old is he?"