Crowley gave a very unsubtle stretch of his wings, eased in closer until Aziraphale was pressed quite well against him, then brough his wing back down. Wing to wing, body to body, they looked out at the dazzling waves.

"Plenty of fish in the sea, they say," he said absently. "All those fish, all that ocean. Nice to think that the right ones find one another in all that mess, don't you think?"