"I don't do books." As of yesterday, not even schoolbooks. Honestly, he should have just gone with gone with Bill. What difference did it make, failing his miserable way through a couple more years of school? Crowley shook his head, just looking at those books Aziraphale was lugging around. Explained why he was walking so slowly, he supposed. "You're going to break your back, carrying all that."

Quite the dedication to books. What a nerd. Yet his enthusiasm was, in a strange way, endearing. "Where do you live? Far from here?"