"I'll take him elsewhere," Crowley says. "I won't let them get hurt." Much. Well, not very much, at least. He can't control Hastur, who currently has lit his hands on fire as he calls out for Crowley again. Patrons of the bar have started to run towards the door, though few have made it out the back way Crowley had suggested.

"Hastur hates me, always has and he always will. He'll do anything he can to hurt me. That includes hurting anything I love," Crowley says, gripping Aziraphale's shoulder. "I can handle him, but I can't handle losing you."

Can he handle him? Of course he can, he tells himself. He's faced the Duke of Hell before and won. Mostly won. Got him out of the way for a while, at least. He can do it again.