"Perhaps. But I see you came prepared," Aziraphale gestured toward the bottles Crowley had placed on the desktop. He nodded and smiled, relaying approval. He took a step toward the desk, picking up one of the bottles, just whichever was closest. He wasn't picky. "Also wise," he stated and uncapped the bottle to take a drink.
"So tell me, dear boy. Have you any idea what the devil is going on here?"