Lokis lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He disliked strict hierarchies, unless he was at the top of them, and if Aziraphale needed his supervisor's permission to even dish out sweets, he wasn't sure how well he the plans he harbored for the angels would work out after all.

"Thank you," he said. Then he looked at the three in turn. "Anyone of you up for a game of cards?"