"Certainly not, no. You look like a right rowdy ol' rascal! No books in sight." Aziraphale cheered on, punching the air lightly, wanting to assure him that he didn't look like a reader. Oh no, he looked like a bad boy goth. Not that he thought a goth couldn't read but apparently, Crowley needed people to think that so he'd keep mum about whatever they discussed. "I won't exactly tell people what we talk about. No one really talks to me anyway. Unless it's exam week and they need to understand something."

Then people randomly came and sat with him, asked him things, got some free tutoring. He didn't mind. "If anyone asks, you're positively illiterate." With a bright smile, he almost bounced in his step as he walked beside the vastly cooler young man. "Though I still disagree. The monster is a monster. Even if Victor is a problematic fellow, the monster does more damage from spite and revenge than his maker ever did."