Strictly speaking, Sylvando had never spoken to an angel about anything, as he had yet to have an actual conversation with Aziriphale. But even if he had he might well agree with Crowley that a perfectly 'good' world wouldn't be all that it was cracked up to be.

"I don't blame you at all, darling," he said. "Though I will admit, I took you for another angel at first, given that you have far more style than any demon I've ever encountered. And of course your lovely wings; the few sorts of demons in my world who have wings at all tend to have ones more similar to a bat's or dragon's wings, not ones with feathers."

"Not to mention that very few monsters of any sort would be inclined to sit down for a reasonable conversation with a human," he added. "Though there are exceptions to that, of course."