[Aziraphale is about to return to his armchair when Crowley pulls out the pen from his pocket. He spends several seconds staring at the pen, then another few looking from the pen to Crowley and back again while his brain tries to follow this turn of events to its logical conclusion.]
Ah. So it should.
[He sits down on the other end of the couch with a soft whump, wine glass still in hand. Crowley really does want to sign his underwear. He takes a sip of wine, then another, then downs the entire glass.]
...are you expecting me to be underwater for this?
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Ah. So it should.
[He sits down on the other end of the couch with a soft whump, wine glass still in hand. Crowley really does want to sign his underwear. He takes a sip of wine, then another, then downs the entire glass.]
...are you expecting me to be underwater for this?