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“Crowley?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“Ah...why do you call me ‘angel’?”
“M’not calling you ‘angel’, I’m calling you ‘Angel’. It’s a capital ‘A’.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Yes, of course there is!”
“Okay then, why Angel?”
“Cause that's what you are, innit?”
“Yes, but I don’t call you Demon. With a capital ‘D’, to be clear.”
“Well that would just be silly. You call me other things, though.”
“Of course I do! I call you ‘dear’ and I call you ‘love’ and ooh, one of my favorites: ‘wily old serpent!’”
“Well that's your answer then.”
“...”
“What is it, Aziraphale?
“What’s my answer?”
“It’s...it’s a pet name, Angel. M’not saying what you are , I’m just...saying what you mean to me. ”
“Oh…”
“Or as you would put it: you're not just any angel, you’re my Angel; the Angel.”
“Oh!”
“Oh indeed.”
“...I like it. Quite a bit. Thank you, my wily old serpent.”
“You’re welcome, my Angel.”