"We shall," Crowley agreed, taking Aziraphale's hand in his. He headed for the door with him and Barty watched them go, marvelling a little.

"Safe travels. Hm. Where does he think I'm going?" Honestly, he was more wondering just where exactly Crowley might be taking him. "You know him, right? I don't have to worry." From what he knew, Crowley was less dodgy than his apparel might suggest.

As Crowley and Aziraphale entered into the night air, he made sure to walk close to him and turn the right direction right away. "What do you think, should we go for cake right away or grab some sushi first?" There was a nice sushi bar close by, after all.