"Nah, Crowley is a good sort. Never much makes a move though. Guess his type is mormons." Bill mused as he knocked back his drink and held out his hand to Barty. "Let's go do something fun now. Please."

Aziraphale smiled excitedly at the food idea and nodded excitedly. "Oooh, yes, sushi sounds fun. And please, please, let me pay. Honestly, I can. I have a rather good wage and I would be happy to treat you. After all, you saved me from the loud music and cigarette smell. I feel I owe you one."

With a sigh, he relaxed in the night air and seemed to ease up a little. Less tense, less rigid, less awkward. "My favourite sushi place is this one spot in Soho I go to. Nitochi. The chef is from Kyoto! A fun place to practise my Japanese. I'm not the best speaker, my reading is much better."