[As it turns out, keeping track of a demon isn't the easiest thing when one does not have demon-tracking abilities.
Go figure.
Not that Crowley has to stay by Aziraphale's side all night. That's not it at all. It's a party, they're meant to mingle. To get to know people. And they agreed, didn't they, to be strategic about it β to try to gather information, to try to learn more about this place and its happy citizens.
But it still miffs him when he looks around and can't find that red hair in the crowd.
Let it be said that he is unsurprised to see Crowley eventually reappear with a policeman hovering at his side. Rather than walking over to sheepishly claim his "wife," to offer the officer a lopsided little smile and apology, he stays where he is: standing off to one side of the punch bowl, drink in hand, sipping and staring at Crowley with a thoroughly unimpressed look on his face.
The green in his blazer really brings out the disappointment in his eyes, don't you think?]
GALA AF
Go figure.
Not that Crowley has to stay by Aziraphale's side all night. That's not it at all. It's a party, they're meant to mingle. To get to know people. And they agreed, didn't they, to be strategic about it β to try to gather information, to try to learn more about this place and its happy citizens.
But it still miffs him when he looks around and can't find that red hair in the crowd.
Let it be said that he is unsurprised to see Crowley eventually reappear with a policeman hovering at his side. Rather than walking over to sheepishly claim his "wife," to offer the officer a lopsided little smile and apology, he stays where he is: standing off to one side of the punch bowl, drink in hand, sipping and staring at Crowley with a thoroughly unimpressed look on his face.
The green in his blazer really brings out the disappointment in his eyes, don't you think?]