"Bloody hell, you're impossible to curse in front of. Yes, shit. Excrement, faeces, defecation - any of this getting through?" He couldn't remember what they'd called it a hundred and some-odd years ago and Aziraphale would pretend he couldn't.

"I can imagine how learning things might be tiresome," said Crowley, stifling a smile at the familiar gesture. "Your book, huh? That's all right. It's a stupid name. No place is all that wondrous."