Crowley hovers a bit, arms out, ready to catch Aziraphale if he falls, but also not wanting to startle him.

Once the angel has two feet firmly in the tub and seated, Crowley takes his outstretched hand in his own.

It's all very romantic in its way, but Crowley's too on-edge to pay much mind to the whole situation.

"I don't know where they're getting the kind of power to do - what they're doing. Mortals shouldn't be able to have this kind of influence on reality. ...No, forget mortals, even we can't do this kind of stuff."

He exhales loudly through his nose.

"Just what is the Queen of Hearts' deal here?"