"There's no need," the assistant angel says carefully, stepping around the pair, cellphone already in hand. "I've already hailed one."

That settled... he'll just be keeping an eye on the King and the poor human while he waits, and when the car does arrive, he'll escort the poor lost soul to the car.

Dove, meanwhile, is only able to keep half an eye on the situation, now that she's on the floor, accessible to their guests. After countless 'thank yous' and tolerating lighthearted jokes about her demonic new partner (some of which with poorly veiled and honest concern throughout), she looks almost ready to dart away. The day has been overwhelming enough as it is, and despite her people skills, she might be starting to look a little pale...