"Oh, yes," Crowley agrees, giving a little nod. "Even more of a feat then. Discorporating a Duke of Hell by accident. Not sure I could've done it on purpose."

He can't help his smile. Aziraphale saved himself in that moment, and saved Crowley. If he weren't already madly enamoured by the stupid angel before, his bravery certainly turned up the enamoured-ness a few notches.

He thinks for a moment about where they are, and what they know. They're experts on Earth, at least as far as the other angels and demons are, and their fighting ground is here, on Earth.

"Do you think we could get the humans to help?" he asks. "Turn the tides a bit in our favor? Send a few hashtags against them to keep them out of our way?"