"I, uh, well - for a moment, yes. I will but not-not too long." Aziraphale reached out and took Crowley's hand. Oh, it was nice - warm but not sweaty or cold. He liked that a lot. He got up reluctantly and turned his head to the side, looking at Barty with alarm and panic. "Don't leave without me, please."

"We won't. He made a promise." Bill dismissed and then looked over at Crowley. "Play nicely."

Aziraphale finally looked away from his brother, his heart pounding in his chest as he followed after Crowley. "What are we doing, exactly? Are we going somewhere?"