"Hello, Wesley." He didn't call him Elder. Didn't seem right. He never wanted to call anyone that ever again. "Can you let us in? Please." Barty wasn't good at the begging, not overly good at the cute act or anything else that might help. However, he had his sunshine next to him and with how panicked Aziraphale was currently, he was sure he looked scared and adorable enough for the both of them. "I know what to do. Just let us in."

He had a plan. Or at least the vague beginnings of at least three plans, which was better than nothing.