Bill didn't feel especially needed either, he hung back with Hartley, just enjoying the way Crowley flustered the lad. The way he touched his waist needlessly and brushed up the back of him. Christ, he was forward. Someone really wanted to tempt that angel into damnation. Leaning in to Hartley, he spoke close to his ear. "Look how into him he is, it's fucking obvious. Bit dodgy, ain't it?"

Knowing where the poor lad was and all, didn't really seem wholly fair.

Aziraphale finished helping Crowley (though he wasn't sure why it had to be him and how helpful he even was being), he hastily stepped back and all but stared at Crowley with wide, fascinated eyes. "Gum?" Erm. What did he even say? "Yes. Gum would be ... perfection." No. Why? Why that? Anything but that.