3. Shopping I
"What about this one?" asked Crowley, turning round to see his reflection from all sides.
"Yes my dear, it looks lovely," said Aziraphale tiredly.
"Hmm." He left the room and came back in 15 minutes later.
"What about these?"
"Terrific my dear, splendid. Absolutely wonderful."
The demon narrowed his eyes suspiciously and put on a really ugly pair of sunglasses.
"And these?" he asked, voice sceptical.
"The best ones you've tried on yet."
"You're lying." accused the demon.
"I am?"
"..."
Aziraphale finally looked up into the demon's unamused face. "But we've been here for hours Crowley!" he whined. "And I'm hungry. Can we please go to the Ritz now?"
"In a minute," replied the demon distractedly. "Now, tell me how these look."
Aziraphale buried his face in his hands and groaned. Hell might have no fury like a woman scorned, but there was no better substitute on Hell, Heaven or Earth for a demon's vanity. Especially if that demon went by the name A. J. Crowleyyouconceitedbastard. He'd bet his bookshop on it.
A/N: Re-vamped the ending a lil.