[Crowley watches him drink a little too much of that wine, and then shrugs away his wings, tucking them back into the ether.]
Really truly. All fluffy white wings and halos.
[A bit mocking, there and that's all he's saying on that for now.]
Come sit down, you can top up your wine.
[He's going, regardless of whether Ray follows, into the living room where he picks up his own glass and drops into what is, unofficially, Aziraphale's armchair.]
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Really truly. All fluffy white wings and halos.
[A bit mocking, there and that's all he's saying on that for now.]
Come sit down, you can top up your wine.
[He's going, regardless of whether Ray follows, into the living room where he picks up his own glass and drops into what is, unofficially, Aziraphale's armchair.]