Tempting as it is to spend the rest of the afternoon watching Aziraphael twist and contort on the sand with splotches of suncream decorating his face, Crowley eventually decides to take pity. Unfortunately, since it's Crowley, this simply means:
"You're sitting under a bloody tree, angel. I'll do your back before we go anywhere."
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Date: 2009-01-20 05:00 am (UTC)"You're sitting under a bloody tree, angel. I'll do your back before we go anywhere."