Aziraphale's muttering has Crowley's head turning to face him again. A Look is returned, as if a huff, and the demon takes a moment to look over the rest of the theater for a moment, assessing how many others are present before responding.

"Fine. It's pointless anyway; I don't even know what I'm watching anymore." he whines, pushing himself up from his seat. "Maybe we could have it out in the dining car instead. Come on, angel."