"You two are devils. Demons. I don't -- you can't use such crude language!" Aziraphale protested as he watched Crowley put his stuff away. He was struggling but he had just kissed his hand - so clearly, it was dangerous. And he didn't fancy danger. "I couldn't possibly help him."

"Okay, fine, I will." Bill said boldly as he got up and dusted himself off. Aziraphale didn't know if he was bluffing or not but he decided to call it. Big mistake. No, no, no, what was that young thug doing?!"

Bill walked over to Crowley and smiled. "Alright mate, can I give you a hand?"