"We're going to talk about this," Dallen hissed to Aziraphale, but he let himself be pulled along, even sliding an arm around Aziraphale possessively.

Something about it all didn't sit well with Crowley. Nothing about it did. "Don't talk to him like that!"

"I'll talk to him any way I want. Go pray in a church, heathen." Not the slam-dunk Dallen thought it was, but he didn't realise that, he was prepared to walk out of there with his head held high.

Anathema felt bad, she truly did, but all she could do was mouth a 'sorry' to Aziraphale, there was no time for lengthy apologies or explanations. She pulled the bedroom door closed hastily, Crowley's voice ringing through, but muffled.

"Damn you, Aziraphale!" Anathema blinked, smiled pleasantly at her remaining party guests, and Dallen pulled Aziraphale away with a huff.