Surprisingly enough, the first thing Crowley pulls out is, in fact, tartan-patterned - which itself is more than enough excuse for a grimace to balance it out. He pitches the trunks over to Aziraphael, before moving to the next drawer to dig out his own.



Discretion being the better part of valour, rather than do himself and his dignity serious damage by attempting to pull them on whilst standing, Crowley drifts back towards the bed.