Aziraphale thought back to their conversation, about All of Them versus All of Us and gave a little shrug and hum. "Well, maybe not entirely retired. More like... on holiday."

He sighed and all but rolled his eyes, despite the serious-enough situation of Crowley behind bars without his demonic powers.

"You're not evil, Crowley, and if they think that then they are sorely mistaken." He lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. "As for your great escape, what would you have me do? Smuggle you in a file and spade in a birthday cake like one of your films? Let you tunnel your way out like that Stephen McQueen fellow?"