"Leave him alone, all right?" Crowley moved a little closer to Aziraphale, making his allegiance clear. "Just send me the info and I'll see if I can fit it in, Nicki."

"M-hm. Don't wanna get in the way of choir practise." Well, Nicolas did still think it was funny, seeing Crowley with Jesus boy. Whatever his name was again. And he was very much not putting out his cigarette, obviously.

"Ah, shut it." Crowley moved his head in what was his equivalent of an eyeroll, then walked again, gently shoving Aziraphale along.

"You can bring a date!" Nicolas called after him, very helpfully.