"Crowley, please... don't make this difficult." Of course he was, it was difficult and he wasn't helping. Sheepish and aware of Dallen's mounting anger, he shot his boyfriend an uneasy stare, then looked back at Crowley. He licked his lips and spoke loud. "We're not out... we 'court' and such." He knew he didn't have to clarify but he felt he had to. He hated it, the hiding, the courting, the way it had all evolve. On mission, they were allowed to be in their own world. Reality was harder.

"So you're cowards. Gotcha. Come on, mate, you're how fucking old? Just admit you like cock." Bill huffed as he turned away from these weirdos and moved back towards the duck. "Crowley, come on, stop wasting your time."

Aziraphale bit his lower lip and looked at Crowley, feeling the want that kept building up. His smart, wonderful, sweet darling. He had never been worthy of him and now, he felt it was worse than ever. He did not deserve Crowley.

"Dallen, darling, you're hurting me." Aziraphale pointed out, turning to give Dallen a pointed look. He was holding his arm too tight.