"No angel. Only a fool would go out in that weather. Stay in here. We can convince Pharoah tomorrow." Crawly as he ducked to dodge incoming hail through the open windows.
Aziraphale paced near the door back and forth and ran his hand through those soft blonde curls Crawly found himself becoming more and more fond of each time he saw him. That anxiety that threatened to tear the angel apart was back and Crawly wasn't having any of it.
"Look. Why don't you come sit down and I can micle you up some food?"
The pacing stopped and Aziraphale was looking at Crawly with utter disgust. He thought it was rather cute.
"As if I would consider eating at such an important time as this?"
"Well, food does seem to be a guilty pleasure you run to often."
"There are lives at stake Crawly. Here I am with the enemy."
"Calm down. You are of use to no one in this state."
"Oh, thanks, foul fiend. That makes this entire situation so much better."
"Do I hear sarcasm?"
"Enough with the teasing. This is pointless. We are an angel and a demon. We could get through it."
"And let the entire royal palace know we have something magical of sorts going on with us? I get enough stares with my eyes let alone my demonic abilities. I will not do it but if you want to risk it you go right ahead."
The angel continued to get all mumbly and anxious. Crawly rolled his eyes and stood and walked over to him.
"Listen, angel! This pacing thing is annoying and it needs to stop."
Aziraphale looked directly at him with a frown of annoyance on his face.
"Oh, so you think all this is about you because it's not."
"All I am saying is you look like a drunk bee and need to calm down. All the mumbling is hurting my ears."
"Well, you are hurting my eyes with that horrendous outfit you choose to wear. What is that skirt? A wool black with golden trimmings. Absolutely revolting."
"How kind of you to say, angel.."
"I don't have to be nice to demons. One of yours killed an angel yesterday with Hellfire."
"He was lucky they didn't do anything more."
"I suppose not."
"And what did heaven think?"
"Completely distraught of course."
Crawly remembered all the angels he had seen killed in that way and how utterly horrific it was to witness. Of course, it didn't show on his face. Emotions never did. He kept them down. Emotions made you a target and vulnerable in Hell.
The rest of the day went on like this and though Crawly would never admit even though the angel was annoying he truely did enjoy having someone around he could discuss supernatural things with who didn't want to murder every human child or watch the world burn in Hell.