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[Crowley snaps his fingers and in a blink of an eye, Crowley's clothing shifts into a set of black silk pyjamas. And in the palm of his hand, neatly folded, another set of soft, fleece in Aziraphale's familiar tartan pattern.]

Want me to do the honours...?

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