"Oh, you were here before," Michael replies, a little off-handedly. This time, he won't make the mistake of offering a Time Knife-related explanation; that really went over poorly with Aziraphale. But it's true, and Crowley ought to know.

The water's boiling, and he turns to remove the pot from the fire and pour it into the nearest cup. "You and Aziraphale," he continues with his back to Crowley. "You two really stick together, don't you?" He still finds the friendship between the two slightly bemusing. How long has it been since demons and angels in his universe even had contact? But really, right now, it's just...

...jealousy. It's jealousy. Twice now they've shown up together, and where are any of Michael's friends? It isn't their fault, he knows that, but that doesn't make the feeling go away.