Crowley huffed pathetically, the buzzing of Beelzebub's flies was eating our dear serpent's brain away, while the Lord complained about another 'infernal incompetence' of his.

With a mindless 'Ngk', the demon got up, already forming not-so-evil plans in his mind — maybe take Aziraphale to a new restaurant, or miracle glued coins into some pavement and watch people trying to take it.

The tempter's plans got interrupted as he caught on a new face — unfortunately, he'd never wish anyone to fall — so his curiosity won, watching you wander helpless.

“Just got here?” Crowley smirked with no other intents, but in truth, feeling sorry for the fellow (and newest) demon.