He picked up his bookmark and marked his spot in the book before getting up just as Crowley slinked into the doorway. “Thank you for locking up. I got a bit carried away with this novel I’m reading, I’m afraid. Lost track of time a wee bit.”

He absentmindedly went over to the stove to pick up the kettle and fill it with water. Even if it isn’t tea time, having guests over (no matter how unexpected) meant he should make tea. At this point it was rather standard operating procedure for the angel.

Crowley’s question, while not terribly odd in and of itself, was odd coming from Crowley, he thought. Certainly the angel was polite enough not to point that out, but he still puzzled over it in his mind as he answered, “Er... Well enough, I suppose. And yourself?”