"You've seen some on the funny pictures I've got on the wall. You know, that big one with the black winged people and white winged people fighting. That's demons and angels." Bit on the nose, or so it seemed right now, but hey. He had been an edgy teen with eccentric tastes, money at his disposal for the first time of his life finally living alone. Décor had been a series of choices he made. Bold choices.

"And if you call someone an angel, it usually means they are a good person. Nice. Like Aziraphale is." That much seemed obvious. Crowley considered it while he waited at a traffic light for it to turn green. "I guess it's also a pet name. Lovers may use it."