Unaware of the pending awkwardness in the main area of his penthouse, Crowley walked in, smoking a cigarette, with just a towel tied low on his hips. He'd taken a shower while he left Satan to get settled, more for enjoyment than necessity, and he couldn't be bothered to get fully dressed. "Forgot to mention," he said as he entered the room, "don't mess with the plants, Mistress. If they start fearing someone else, I'll never get them to-"
He trailed off as he realised Aziraphale was also in the flat. "'lo, angel," he greeted him. "Didn't know you'd be by so soon."