There's a grumbling affirmation from Crowley. It wouldn't be the first time they'd sided with humans.

"Allies couldn't hurt," he says grudgingly. He knows it's pragmatic, but humans can be so difficult. Especially if they know they're dealing with a demon.

And it's not like Crowley can just hide what he is anymore.

He gives Aziraphale's hand a squeeze as the angel settles. The water is nice, a pleasant reprieve from their current crisis, and Crowley is already feeling the warmth return to his bones.

"I don't think it's a test, angel. I think they want us compliant so they can harvest our emotions. Whatever the long-term ramifications of that entails."