He looks around the room with mild interest, as if trying to see what marks Aziraphale had been able to put on the place. The angel might feel like himself, but this place doesn't feel like the angel.
And then, Crowley spots the plant. His posture shifts subtly as he makes a beeline for it, leaning over it and plucking lightly at one of the limp, dry leaves.]
Hm. [The demon says.] This looks like it could use some... encouragement.
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[Just checking.
Ehem.
He looks around the room with mild interest, as if trying to see what marks Aziraphale had been able to put on the place. The angel might feel like himself, but this place doesn't feel like the angel.
And then, Crowley spots the plant. His posture shifts subtly as he makes a beeline for it, leaning over it and plucking lightly at one of the limp, dry leaves.]
Hm. [The demon says.] This looks like it could use some... encouragement.