"Maybe they'll fly off to be gay somewhere over the rainbow." There was a thought. Hartley took note of the way Bill sniffed. That was a thing, that kind of mannerism. Something about it that just perked his interest. Maybe that was a way of wording it.

Best not to engage too much. He had to focus on why he was doing this nonsense, how he wanted to complete the programme as quickly as possible. Get back to his life. So he just watched as Aziraphale shooed boys around and how the gardener looked baffled, but did step to stand behind Aziraphale. Kind of cute.

"Thanks, but I can handle myself," Crowley said to the angelic boy, amused more than anything.