Mm, ten minutes at least. I usually do about twenty. And yes, reviews. Where customers rate businesses. You'd probably be very pleased at how many warn against coming into A.Z. Fell and Co. Probably saved you selling a number of priceless first editions.

[ He turns in the chair, wrapping an arm around Aziraphale's middle. ]

Three of them suggested you're some big underworld boss, given how you've chased off London's not-so-finest with a look when they tried to buy the place from you.

[ Crowley cannot begin to convey how much this delights him. A bookshop that doesn't sell books run by an owner who has every crime boss in London giving him a wide berth because no one knows what happens to the poor souls sent in every once in a while to try to get Aziraphale to part with his beloved shop.

Crowley had never stood a chance. How could he not have fallen in love with Aziraphale...? Literally impossible. ]