[Aziraphale's mouth turns down in a prissy little slope, but it's almost entirely a front, for he is pleased to hear that people are recommending others to avoid his shop. He does not mind the occasional foot traffic, but he's not willing to part with any of his precious first editions.
He's absolutely not willing to part with the shop itself, either. He huffs in amusement at the assumption that he's some sort of crime lord.]
Is that what they're saying about me these days? I suppose it's better than the rumor that I'm a vampire.
[He miracles his hands free of the oil so that he can place them on Crowley's bare shoulders, letting himself be drawn in.]
An entire twenty minutes, hmm? How shall we amuse ourselves while we wait?
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Date: 2020-04-12 04:46 pm (UTC)He's absolutely not willing to part with the shop itself, either. He huffs in amusement at the assumption that he's some sort of crime lord.]
Is that what they're saying about me these days? I suppose it's better than the rumor that I'm a vampire.
[He miracles his hands free of the oil so that he can place them on Crowley's bare shoulders, letting himself be drawn in.]
An entire twenty minutes, hmm? How shall we amuse ourselves while we wait?