Crowley was not going to participate in a conversation where the subject matter had anything even remotely to do with rabbits, Easter or otherwise. In point of fact, he wasn't sure why he was there in the first place, what with the various angels around. And then there was the other demon.

Perhaps now would be a good time to have a chat. Crowley narrowed his eyes (under his dark shades, so no one but Aziraphale would know the gesture) and focused his attention on Barnaby. "Ssso. I'd like a short…private word with my...coworker."