Looking from the empty spot where Raynor had just been standing, to Aziraphale, then down to Bel, Wilson's face took on a practical sort of hardness, Phale had seen up in the city.

"I think we should have killed him. And by we, I guess I mean you."

Exhaling, he pushed his hand through his dark hair and then hunkered back down on his heels in front of Bel.

"You should let me take a look at those." He said softly.