[Without wanting something in return earns a scoff of bitter humor. He can't think of anything that could be asked of him that Hell hasn't already taken. They've got both a metaphorical and literal pound of flesh, and then some. Even what happened to Ray isn't that different from how easily Satan can slip into his mind and render him useless.

But that's too much to share with a near stranger.]

What about 'em?

[He shrugs; there's not a single person back in his world that he cares about. It'd suck that the world will end, but that's likely going to happen anyway, unless he and Aziraphale pull something clever out of their arses at the last minute.

God, he wishes he had a cigarette.]

Doesn't matter. I imagine we'll find out what they want sooner or later, and if it's more than people want to pay, we can always, Hell, I dunno, kidnap the mayor, set the town hall on fire. Get up to some proper civil disobedience.

[Is that a solution? Probably not, but 'cause problems on purpose' is about the best he has to offer, right now.]