For just a moment Aziraphale’s smile turns sly—it does fit, though Crowley probably has no idea yet just how well.
“Only sometimes?” he asks, taking a deliberate sip of his champagne. Even with the glasses concealing her eyes he can feel them flick towards his mouth; already he’s starting to form a plan on how to get them into the cloakroom. “Or is this another subtle way of discouraging me from practicing my magic act at home?” [1]
[1] To his credit, he’s getting a little better at card tricks, but it seems nearly every time he sets out to practice Crowley ends up distracting him. He knows the demon does it on purpose, but it’s difficult to be upset with her about it.
We absolutely can gloss. To the cloakroom, or the ballet? ;)
“Only sometimes?” he asks, taking a deliberate sip of his champagne. Even with the glasses concealing her eyes he can feel them flick towards his mouth; already he’s starting to form a plan on how to get them into the cloakroom. “Or is this another subtle way of discouraging me from practicing my magic act at home?” [1]
[1] To his credit, he’s getting a little better at card tricks, but it seems nearly every time he sets out to practice Crowley ends up distracting him. He knows the demon does it on purpose, but it’s difficult to be upset with her about it.