Again, Lan Wangji's eyes narrow. He had been gazing steadily at Crowley, but now his attention does flick over to Claudius, and he frowns at him. Admittedly, Lan Wangji does not know Aziraphale. He has experience of loving one person only. But if Aziraphale is even half so oblivious or set in his beliefs as Wei Ying once was, subtlety will be useless. Lan Wangji declared his devotion in every way he knew how with his actions, but it was not enough.

A little irritated, he focuses anew on the rabbit in his lap and on gently petting the fur along its back. This sweet, small creature is the result of an effort at subtlety? Ridiculous. "If you will not tell him, then suit yourself. But if you do not, you may never know what could have been."