Crowley started to walk away, having full confidence that the man would let him do so without tossing that Holy Water he had uncapped the demon’s way. Because it was the right thing to do. But men could do some spectacularly evil stuff. Things that demons and Hell couldn’t even come up with on their own. Free will had a way of breeding creativity. And from creativity came some really wretched things. Which was alright with Crowley, it just made his job easier.
Then the question of Gabriel made him turn his head. “Gabriel?” What did the archangel have to do with anything? Did this man know Gabriel? Was there a different Gabriel wandering around? The City was a strange place, so it stood to reason that there might be other demons and angels wandering about -maybe even another himself from another world or something. “Haven’t talked to him since before I fell.”
Then he continued walking, got in his Bentley and adjusted his sunglasses. He was ready to go, to get his car out of traffic and to go take a sleep. But the mention of Gabriel left Crowley hopeful that maybe he’d see Aziraphale here someday. It was certainly a strange place.