Crowley looked up, surprised. He hadn't heard or sensed anyone approaching and having someone able to touch him without any prior indication is disconcerting indeed.

"Belial?" A faint smile crossed his face. "How the... not hell are you?"

He followed Belial's glance and looked at Aziraphale ensconced in his chair, Ellie and Hermes at his feet like adoring worshippers.

"I don't know, Bel," he whispered. "It's different for us. We have a lot of history."