[Crowley turns. Oh, it's him. Asshole Frenchman who ordered the human soldier person around and thought he knew everything. One of Crowley's favorite people in the whole town and exactly who he wants to see when he's in this sort of a mood.
Crowley hisses and takes half a step forward, subtly putting himself between the approaching person and the sleeping Aziraphale.]
no subject
Crowley hisses and takes half a step forward, subtly putting himself between the approaching person and the sleeping Aziraphale.]
What the hell are you doing here?