"Oh my God, I don't care about the sodding ring, Crowley. He's taken. Mate, come on, he's with someone and you should move on. It's better for you. I never thought I'd agree with Felix but let's take you out and get laid." Since they met up, it was about Aziraphale and what he was like and how he looked the same, the ring and the boyfriend - it was very tedious.

"Even if he isn't over you, the way he dumped you? Fucking hell, I would wring his neck. Why the fuck would you want him back?"

Rolling his eyes, Bill kicked a nearby can ahead of them, turning around to kick it to Crowley like it was a football, trying to get him to engage a little with something more fun and playful.

"Look, as I was saying. Man U is playing so let's go to a pub together. A gay one. See if we can't get you a new boy."