Aziraphale nodded. Crowley made a point he hadn't considered before. He hadn't meant to make himself a servant of the demon, though he had known he would not be Crowley's equal in the Lower Ranks. He'd only a vague idea of hell, garnered mostly from the bits and pieces Crowley had shared over the years.
"You needn't worry after me, dearest. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. I know what I, what we, are up against, and now that we are officially on the same Side, I dare to think no Enemy can take us down. I've had my Alliances in the past, darling. To you, certainly, but to my Lord first and foremost. Now it happens that the Lord I serve is the same as yours. I may not be your Equal in rank, dearest, but there is none who knows you as well as I."