[Does it matter that he is only one room away from Crowley? No. Nor that he could just as easily do this telepathically. It hasn't occurred to him. Shh.]
[Crowley squints at his phone, because obviously Aziraphale knows that sort of thing is exactly his cup of tea, and he hasn't got that same taunting tone he gets when he's just being a bastard.]
We both know the answer to that, love.
[But he's got his thinking voice on, now, instead of just sounding playful.]
Did you get one of those bloody stones to summon a Mariage Frères store?
[ This "Vergil" guy reminds her too much of someone she used to be friends with. ANYWAY. ]
"Sort of" in the sense that this half-blood decided that... his human self was so weak, he somehow managed to split it from his being. Like a familiar or an elemental, I suppose. That's what he would be.
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