Crowley's grumpy post-dance mood has been boosted slightly by the rabbits -- but whose wouldn't be? He's always secretly had a greater affinity for all creatures great and small than Aziraphale¹, even though he does bully the occasional duck. On the long walk over, he's been in the role of the rabbit secret service, opening doors and carefully holding them open so that the rabbits aren't jostled.

"Hey," he says, nodding at Lan Wangji. He was most likely bullied into this, a fair trade for the drink he had promised Claudius for leaving the dance so early and abruptly.

¹Except horses.