Aziraphale sent her a warm, happy smile, looking benevolently down at the succubus near his feet. "Hello, dear girl," he whispered. "I'm glad to see you."

He patted Hermes' shoulder, too. "No snakes today, Hermes? Shame, they're such nice girls. Are you comfortable?"

It was nice to be so cozily set between such good friends, the angel thought happily.