Raising an eyebrow in a pleased sort of way at the offered bribe, Aziraphale nodded. Getting a good grip on Bel's hand, and wrapping the other arm around Wilson's waist, he took them quickly back to the apartment.

As soon as they were inside, the wards were activated. Just in case people got ideas about hunting Bel down while he was recovering.

"I'll make us some tea," he said, in the time-honored tradition of all Brits.