Well of course Crowley's thoughts are impure. He's a demon after all. For his own part, Aziraphale doesn't care to notice. He is fully aware of his half dressed state and is somewhat embarrassed by it as he doesn't look as put together as he ought-- but something something humility and it is entirely too early even for guilt.
"I'll be fine. Anyway I can't bear to see you walking around like an...uncomfortable sausage." Perhaps not the best metaphor but he's not exactly at his peak here. "Though I still have to do my clothing." A faint sigh, but then a somewhat indulgent smile at the demon. Somehow he likes the idea of Crowley lying in bed all day doing absolutely nothing. It seems properly indolent. Of course he should try to moralize at him, but it isn't as if there's anything that can change what he was. Which didn't seem fair really. If an Angel could Fall, why couldn't a Demon Rise?
Aziraphale put those thoughts aside for now.
"Well I certainly won't try and stop you." Another sip of the bitter coffee is a sip too much so he rises and fetches some cream and a bit of sugar. "I suppose I should go out and socialize, get the lay of the land, or we'll be here til Doomsday. Oh, which is on hold, by the way. At least according to Merlin." The cream helps, but not enough, so he puts in three sugars as well before returning to his seat.
"He says time back at home has stopped while we're here. And, well, I suppose he's an expert on such matters." And fallible human though Merlin may be, it does seem like a directive from the Almighty to focus here. She has spoken through lower vessels after all.
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"I'll be fine. Anyway I can't bear to see you walking around like an...uncomfortable sausage." Perhaps not the best metaphor but he's not exactly at his peak here. "Though I still have to do my clothing." A faint sigh, but then a somewhat indulgent smile at the demon. Somehow he likes the idea of Crowley lying in bed all day doing absolutely nothing. It seems properly indolent. Of course he should try to moralize at him, but it isn't as if there's anything that can change what he was. Which didn't seem fair really. If an Angel could Fall, why couldn't a Demon Rise?
Aziraphale put those thoughts aside for now.
"Well I certainly won't try and stop you." Another sip of the bitter coffee is a sip too much so he rises and fetches some cream and a bit of sugar. "I suppose I should go out and socialize, get the lay of the land, or we'll be here til Doomsday. Oh, which is on hold, by the way. At least according to Merlin." The cream helps, but not enough, so he puts in three sugars as well before returning to his seat.
"He says time back at home has stopped while we're here. And, well, I suppose he's an expert on such matters." And fallible human though Merlin may be, it does seem like a directive from the Almighty to focus here. She has spoken through lower vessels after all.