"Give her to me," exclaimed Crowley, sitting up and snatching Chicago from Aziraphale's grasp. "What the hell are you doing bringing her out here? You almost dropped her?" He examined the little thing quickly, making sure she was all right before petting her fuzzy head, trying to calm them both. "She stays inside from now on, angel. This is not negotiable."

Aziraphale was standing directly in front of the sun and the demon had to blink against it in order to bring the angel's face into focus. "What's your problem anyway? I don't barge in on the two of you in the library when you're talking."

The fact that Aziraphale had made Ellie feel uncomfortable when she had no reason to be, and that he'd done this to him once before with another friend, was making Crowley thoroughly annoyed.