[Good Omens]: Crowley's Baby
“Don’t look at me,” Aziraphale snapped. “This wasn’t my idea. And you’re making my foot go to sleep.”
Adolf burbled agreeably and waved his tentacles in a vaguely pleased manner, showing no intention of moving.
Aziraphale wondered, privately, if it would be uncharitable to kick the demon when he got back. “Is there anything you can do about that smell?” He asked Adolf, irritably. “I don’t like fish.”
He could have sworn the look he received was indignant.
Adolf burbled agreeably and waved his tentacles in a vaguely pleased manner, showing no intention of moving.
Aziraphale wondered, privately, if it would be uncharitable to kick the demon when he got back. “Is there anything you can do about that smell?” He asked Adolf, irritably. “I don’t like fish.”
He could have sworn the look he received was indignant.