"No way. You sodomite!"

"It's not something I'm especially proud of, Crowley."

"And you think the people, you know, up there saw it?" he said with an expected devilish grin.

The angel stood up suddenly, aghast at the realization. "Thank you, for that. Is it possible for celestial entities to… vomit all over the floor?"

The other figure kept up with his pacing admirably, almost as if he could will himself next to the angel without thinking about it. "I'm not sure. But would you care to express your little encounter in detail?" And they were off. To the back of the bookstore, anyway.