Aziraphale was completely overwhelmed. Crowley had inadvertently revealed that Beelzebub wanted him dead, and Beelzebub was in the house. But in theory Adam would (eventually – Aziraphale could sense his absence) be in the house as well, and now Belial (THE Belial!) was offering sanctuary…
There would be time for thinking of such things at a later time. For right now, Aziraphale wanted some calm, some time for him to sort the facts out, a bit of a reprieve so that Crowley would quit being so jumpy. Case in point, when Aziraphale spoke Crowley startled as if he had slapped him.
“I’m sure whatever quarrel Mr. Beelzebub has with myself can be solved diplomatically. Besides, there’s no sense running any further, as I’m certain there’s nowhere safer than right here, under the benevolent protection of Mr. Belial.”
Crowley continued to look uncertain.
“I wonder if the manor has nice rooms; I’ve been here before, obviously, but have never spent the night. Oh well, I suppose I shall find out, yes?” He nodded to Belial, ignoring the incredulous glance Crowley was now giving him. “Thank you again, Mr. Belial.”
To prove his point more thoroughly, he approached the front desk, where Ms. Hodges was now waiting expectantly, having heard them entering, apparently. After asking her if she had had good dreams lately (she blushed and indicated she had), Aziraphale requested two rooms for him and Mr. Crowley, close to each other (because who knew what sort of silliness Crowley would get up to if left unattended?), please.
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Date: Wednesday, 6 May 2009 06:18 (UTC)Aziraphale was completely overwhelmed. Crowley had inadvertently revealed that Beelzebub wanted him dead, and Beelzebub was in the house. But in theory Adam would (eventually – Aziraphale could sense his absence) be in the house as well, and now Belial (THE Belial!) was offering sanctuary…
There would be time for thinking of such things at a later time. For right now, Aziraphale wanted some calm, some time for him to sort the facts out, a bit of a reprieve so that Crowley would quit being so jumpy. Case in point, when Aziraphale spoke Crowley startled as if he had slapped him.
“I’m sure whatever quarrel Mr. Beelzebub has with myself can be solved diplomatically. Besides, there’s no sense running any further, as I’m certain there’s nowhere safer than right here, under the benevolent protection of Mr. Belial.”
Crowley continued to look uncertain.
“I wonder if the manor has nice rooms; I’ve been here before, obviously, but have never spent the night. Oh well, I suppose I shall find out, yes?” He nodded to Belial, ignoring the incredulous glance Crowley was now giving him. “Thank you again, Mr. Belial.”
To prove his point more thoroughly, he approached the front desk, where Ms. Hodges was now waiting expectantly, having heard them entering, apparently. After asking her if she had had good dreams lately (she blushed and indicated she had), Aziraphale requested two rooms for him and Mr. Crowley, close to each other (because who knew what sort of silliness Crowley would get up to if left unattended?), please.