When he delivered the mug into his still outstretched hand (with the teaspoon of sugar Aziraphale was too preoccupied to ask for), his editor had found his reading glasses and was hunched over his laptop, already deep in Work Mode. Crowley had a million questions about what he thought of it all, but knew better than to try and interrupt him while he read.
EDITOR'S NOTE (M) (48k)
i told u this would happen