"Crowley," Aziraphale began, feeling a headache start, "don't be ridiculous. These rooms are embarassing enough in their decor that we don't really need anyone to witness it. Well, not that my room is so terrible, really... John, Ellie, and Gabriel are the only ones who have been in here, except possibly that nice... was it that dear Wensleydale?" He shook his head, confusion on his features. "But we do have visitors, don't we? Or perhaps it is only me.

"Regardless. What does it matter if they do?"