"It's half past seven. And when I saw you here I was worried you might have fallen asleep and gone all red from the sun."

He turned to Ellie, suddenly reminded. "You're not sunburnt, are you dear? I'd hate to think such nice skin would be ruined by too much sun. I know of some wonderful moisturizers and skincreams, if you're ever in need. I think I might have some - you do like mango?" An embarrassed cough from Crowley's end stopped his monologue.

"And anyway, Crowley, I daresay it is time for supper. Did you want to go in and have a few drinks? We can take Chicago in and perhaps Ellie would be kind enough to join us."