Aziraphale stared at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to believe you believe you’re human?” he asked finally.
“You’re a demon,” Aziraphale said carefully. “As if you don’t know that.”
Crowley looked at him without speaking for a moment. “And I thought I had mental health problems. We actually work together?”
“Well, only in a manner of speaking,” Aziraphale said. “More at cross-purposes, really, except for the Incident.”
“What are you, a priest? Or, no, let me guess, you’re an angel.”
“Of course I’m an angel.”
Crowley pushed his sunglasses down his nose and gave Aziraphale a long look over them with yellow eyes. “Angels have wings,” he pointed out.
“This isn’t the time or the place,” Aziraphale said.
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