Crowley didn't bother with holding the towel up. That was for humans. He could keep it up with force of will. He looked between Satan and Aziraphale and shook his head. He should have mentioned that he and the angel were no longer together to her before now, but he couldn't change that now.
"He's not my angel, Mistress," he said, slightly harsher than he had intended. "Coffee anyone? Or scotch? It's not too early for that, is it?"