"Learned about the tea the hard way," Crowley gripes. "Well, Aziraphale did. I've been avoiding any excess of consumption."

Well, aside from alcohol. Crowley has few vices for a demon, but he'd be lured into the occult equivalent of a box propped up with a stick for a good cognac.

"I'm not entirely unconvinced this isn't some elaborate scheme to break us down into complacency. Fun, psychological manipulation, real eighth circle stuff. You lot were always better at that kind of thing though."