Ellie slipped into the room a few moments later, smiling slightly when she saw the peculiar little audience Aziraphale had already collected. The smile faded a bit when she'd got a good look at Hermes, however--more specifically, the look of starry-eyed adoration on Hermes' face as he gazed at the angel.

Oh dear. This bodes ill, she thought, observing that Aziraphale didn't seem to have noticed. Typical. She was fairly sure that someone else was going to, though.

After a moment's hesitation--this move was guaranteed to draw attention, something she usually tried to avoid--she went to a spot on the angel's opposite side, tugging another pillow a bit closer so it was more or less directly across from Hermes, and curled up on it like some big cat settling into its favorite snoozing spot on a warm afternoon.

The predatory implications were not altogether unintended. Hermes had wandered into more dangerous territory than he could know, and if Crowley wasn't around to bring this fact to his attention then someone else had better do it before things got too far out of hand.

The fact that the hapless god had also swiped what Ellie considered her storytime spot had, of course, absolutely nothing to do with it.