“Aziraphale doesn’t need my protection and you do a great job of making yourself look like an idiot without input from me,” Crowley says, rolling his eyes. Someone save him from self-centered, sadistic angels.

“You tried to take him from me. You failed. You won’t try again if you know what’s good for you. So why in anybody’s name would I voluntarily choose to seek you out, even for some well-deserved revenge, when I can instead spend my time with the being I love most in the universe?”