"It's really not," Aziraphale responds, looking all around him at the still house that they've tried to breathe to life with the help of books and plants. He reaches for Crowley's shoulder.

"Besides, if you're a demon and I'm a demon, the Hellfire wouldn't affect either of us, now would it? Now come, sit down, I'll make you some tea. You should really have something to ease the visions, will you close your eyes?" he requests.

Meanwhile, he turns but his face is trained on Crowley, head seemed screwed on backwards, mass of feathers to cover up the seam where his neck should be twisted. His clothes, too, have changed, now looking a bit like they had in 1793, which is apparently what owl demons wear.