...well this is unexpected. Crowley doesn't have time to fully take in what Aziraphale's saying about the current state of the area around them while he's coping with the sudden appearance of a small fuzzy creature on his shoulder. The demon jumps a little and arches his neck away from the squirrel as it speaks, an eyebrow arched curious at the creature.

"I think I'd rather not leave my body to chance like that," he counters, still very incredulous of what's going on around him. Crowley looks up at his partner briefly and then back down at Balthazar on his shoulder. "Is that even safe?!"

Not that it usually matters to celestials like the three of them, but this does seem to be a very unusual set of circumstances.