Belial gave Aziraphale a weary smile.

"Falling in love," he said, propping his head upon the heel of his palm. Figuring if he could kiss this angel's demon, Aziraphale had at least some right to know why he was acting so bloody silly. He watched Aziraphale with boiling thoughts in his dark eyes.

"Are you not afraid of me?" he wondered aloud. "The others are. I smell it on them. But you're not, I think. Is it because of Crowley?"