Crowley crinkled his nose at the removal of his sausage tip, such deft fork skills... and it crinkled further at the suggestion, Nannying.

"I could throw the brats into the lagoon if they decided to misbehave."

The purloined peach was held aloft and the syrup running across it threatening to drip off the fruit to land on the table was given a soft and deliberate lick.

"They have a train, I could tamper with the schedule."

A smirk.

"Freeze up those ticket taking stands near the entrance."

He sunk his teeth into the fruit to take a small nibble, his golden unblinking eyes watching Aziraphale as he did so.

"Put a few holes in the paddleboats. I'm sure I could find some kind of entertainment."

And while all those things would have been fun, teasing an angel was better.