He looked skyward, snarling just under his breath at the praise he clearly didn't deserve, as he paced around Aziraphale to his other side. If some one wasn't good enough for God, the being of eternal light and love, then they must really be terrible. There was no coming back from that!

"Her opinion. It's God though, She could appear as anything... man, women, burning bush, point is... I'm not good. You don't get kicked out of Heaven for being good, its for being terrible!"

Anthony drew near, to boldly cup his palm against the partially scarf covered skin of Aziraphale's neck. They were in an alley anyway, where no one could see him press himself close enough to rest his chin on his love's shoulder or to hear him whisper his devious plans into that elegant ear.

"And if I'm going to Hell anyway I might as well enjoy it. I'm going to get into all the trouble I want, Angel."