Enveloped completely in the music, it was some time before Crowley realized that the beat was off, the notes felt flat, something wasn't right. He halted, dazed, and looked around, trying to get his bearings as he returned to his usual state. The first thing he saw was Ellie staring concernedly at him. Then he saw why. Aziraphale, in full angelic form no less, was apparently snuggling with the naked blue kid. A thief indeed. Crowley felt a curl of jealousy wind its way behind his eyes and he walked coolly over to the two engrossed in one another.

"Aziraphale," he said mildly, as though he'd unexpectedly met an nodding acquaintance on the tube.