"I'm sure we can find other places all over the world," Crowley says. "Buddhist temples in China. India. All over. And I'm sure with the right nudging they'd let us stay, even if they aren't airBNBs."

What Crowley is trying to say is that they aren't trapped here. It might feel a little like it, because they're pursued on all sides without a real escape route right now. But that's a problem for later.

He reaches out and brushes his fingertips across Aziraphale's cheek.

"You could still let me go march into Heaven and demand they leave you alone."