"Oh. Oh, no, you must not assume." Anathema got so scary when she came at him like that and Aziraphale was aware that he was hiding behind the crime shelf, tentatively peering at his colleague with uncertainty and concern. "We are-- you really can't call a customer sexy, by the way -- but we are just ... I wouldn't say friends."

What was she implying? Only had eyes for him. Well... today, maybe.. Only eyes for him. And Bill. Whoever the damn hell Bill was.

"His name is Crowley and we met last Friday when his son desperately had to use the facilities. I let him get a book and the rest is history."