"Neither d' I," Aziraphale agreed gamely, reaching out and trying to drag Barnaby to his feet before giving up, sitting in front of him. "Ush'ly I'm with Crowley." He paused. "Alwaysh with Cr'ly." He patted Barnaby on the thigh. "Don' worry, I won't go callin' you Crowley Two or anything. That would be rude. And you're nicer than he ish, even if you're both demonsh."

Pat pat, pat pat. "Good boy," said Aziraphale tiredly, not entirely sure what he was doing.