"I... which demons are here?" Aziraphale asked softly, hoping Raphael would just humour him.

He did not want people knowing Crowley was here. The poor dear was just nervous enough that if one of the archangels looked at him sideways he might do something incredibly stupid. Baraq, he mused, was in the same boat.

Buggerall. It didn't help matters any that while he scrambled to salvage the situation, a good portion of his psyche was saying You're in love with Crowley you're in love with Crowley over and over again. Useful, that.