Crowley nodded. He fully intended to sleep for a few days with the dual purpose of healing and avoiding Aziraphale.

Sliding up his sunglasses and expending a little effort to ensure that his shirt and jacket were presentable, the demon walked past Gabriel to pause in the open doorway. There might be one way to thank the angel...

Not looking back, he spoke flatly. "He was in Wales yesterday. Near the ocean." And without another word, Crowley was gone.