"It doesn't hurt to look," Barty said as he sat down, gesturing to the waiter. He ordered for all three of them, getting Bill the usual, himself a whiskey and Aziraphale something very fruity and quite sweet, knowing his brother's tastes. Then he put a hand on Bill's thigh and shrugged his shoulders. "It's what everyone is doing here. Looking around, seeing who's hot. Deciding who to cruise tonight."

It was fairly obvious, he thought. "Bill has excellent taste, I'm sure he can point out whoever's hottest tonight."