"Cheers." Bill sat himself on the ground near the bench cause all the benches were taken and started retying his shoelace. "Good sitting."

Aziraphale looked over at Crowley and watched all the other boys trying, and failing, to flirt with the ridiculously handsome man. No, he would never be that shallow or that foolish. And he certainly didn't want to encourage that sort of thing in himself. "No, I think not. I don't think it's a good idea, it's expressly against what we are here to do. Mingling in such a way. And-And I don't know what I would say."

"How about 'Hey, sexy. It's a crime to wear pants that tight around a bunch of us pent up fags. Wanna take 'em off for us? Seems only fair.'" Bill answered, just giving Aziraphale something to say.