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“Angel, you can drive the Bentley, only if…”
“Only if what, dear?”
“Only if you promise no shenanigans, especially if I am not there.”
“Oh, what kinds of shenanigans did you have in mind then?”
Aziraphale winked to Crowley, knowing full well what Crowley was on about.
“No changing colour.”
“Check.”
“And certainly, no licking the stick!”
“Oh, that. You noticed that one then, eh.”
“Yeah, I did. In the worst place ever!”
“But, you enjoyed it, right?”
“Y-yeah… I really did.”
“So, no complaints then?”
“Um, not really.”
“Not really?”
“Like said, you can drive my car.”
“Our car.”
“Our car, the Bentley, if I’m there. And you can have all the shenanigans you like!”
“Well, then, shall we? Change seats?”
“My pleasure.”
“Oh, it most certainly will be.”