"That's right," said Raphael, who tried to push away his own mental image of Crowley hovering over Aziraphale. "They don't love or accept love; it's not like a human who can be redeemed.

But... I don't think He meant that kind of love. The... sticky... kind."

He looked down and wanted to disappear.

"It was Crowley. Normally I wouldn't heed his words at all. I don't know why I did this time. He just said some things that sounded really..."

He suddenly looked back up and stared Michael in the eye, seeking reassurance.

"Michael - you never make an effort, do you?"