"Anything. I'll do anything if it releases me from the bondage of tigers drinking fucking tea." There were definitely looks again, given he was cursing and because not everyone understood that he was being playful, but Crowley didn't even care. His focus was on Aziraphale, he didn't care about some stuck-up people who may be tutting at him. "Funny Bones, sounds great. Brilliant, in fact! You know why? Because it's not those damn tigers drinking their bloody tea and doing absolutely nothing of consequence."

It had to be the world's most boring book. Or maybe he was just filled with resentment. "Anyway, how have you been? Aside from having organised my systematic psychological torture to satisfy your evil sadistic impulses."