[Crowley is well used to Aziraphale showing up randomly at the castle. It's just a thing that happens. He still believes the castle gets sick of all the book hoarding and gleefully dumps the angel out when it grows to be too much of a problem.

So, it's with practised ease that he takes a seat beside the angel in the glasshouse, wishing up a fine vintage of wine and trying to remember where their last conversation had taken off from.

Something about manatees, he thinks.]

Anyway, sea cow is a really stupid name for something that lives neither in the sea all that much, nor is a cow.

[A sip of his wine.]

This is Paradisa, by the way.