"Oh-- yes, sure. Let's just ask our captors, 'Excuse me, could you give us some knockoff Bach, please, we'd really like to listen to it while we read Jomeo and Ruliet!'- yes, that should do it." Crowley's tone is teasing, including the most formal voice they can muster as they recite the request, and cackling to themselves as they finish speaking.

They're still hissing small bouts of laughter as Aziraphale tests the door, immediately distracted and delighted once it's open, and tilting their chin up in a mock-polite way as they enter per Aziraphale's instruction, quickly flopping onto one of the benches, using a quick miracle to open the bottle without the proper tools to do so.