It's impossible for Crowley to disassociate himself from Hell. In his mind, he's always the one from Hell, Aziraphale is always the one from Heaven. But here they are, and the only side they're really on is their own side. The only ones they have are each other. And still, it feels like cheating, sitting here next to him in public, sharing a drink (or, well, actually several at this point) with him like they belong together, the stewardess treating them like a couple on holiday together.

"Did you know there's a whole section of Hell that only serves airline food?" he says. "Whole swath of it, you have to eat nothing but airline food. And it's not like they starve you first, so it tastes good. They give it to you all the time so you get very, very tired of it. There's a whole section of hell that's all diner food, too----half the staff, that's their punishment, being the ones to serve it. Vicious world, down there."