[ Crowley nods, scowling back at the suits one last time. As they head back to the relative safety of Aziraphale's room, Crowley's arm never once leaves his shoulder. ]
What in the name of Satan's crimson pucker was all that?
[ The uncharacteristic quiet that had fallen over the demon is gone once they reach Aziraphale's room. Crowley begins a tirade of questions - or at least the aborted attempt at questions. He has no idea what they just saw or even where to begin asking about it. ]
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What in the name of Satan's crimson pucker was all that?
[ The uncharacteristic quiet that had fallen over the demon is gone once they reach Aziraphale's room. Crowley begins a tirade of questions - or at least the aborted attempt at questions. He has no idea what they just saw or even where to begin asking about it. ]