"...at least you look great." Crowley patted a very wet shoulder comfortingly, then gestured to Newt to lead the way. "Show me what broke, let's see what the issue is." Maybe he could fix it, could be easy enough.

They walked between the plants and Crowley stopped briefly to glare at a radiantly green, lush plant that was showing a hint of yellowing. "Fuck off with that! You better be proper green tomorrow or I'm cutting you back."

He threatened with his scissors and then kept walking, addressing Newt. "So, Newt, what do you do in your free time?"