"I don't have a type, I was browsing for... for work purposes." Whatever work involved looking at underwear models and sexy goth men was another question but he had to defend himself. Embarrassed, he looked away from the pair and tried to resist Barty's teasing. He was so deleting his youtube. And never using the internet. The internet was sin incarnate.

He turned, finally, curious and then immediately looked back. His face was red and he shook his head insistently. That boy was much too young and not at all his type. No. No way.

"Oh shit, that's Crowley. I know him. He's his type? Oh man." Bill snorted in amusement and then raised his hand. "Crowley!" Well, why not beckon him over?

Aziraphale's eyes widened. Then he looked at Barty. Oh, the betrayal! "No, no, no, what are you doing? You said we would just -- just hang the three of us."