Phonograph! There's an idea. Crowley's eyebrows loft and he glances sideways at Aziraphale.

"There's a thought, wonder what sort of music we could get here?"

Hopefully something more palatable than The Sound of Music, at least. Something with a little life in it. He's not really paid much attention so far. A nice little drinks cabinet, a phonograph, that'd really make it more... well, homely. Even if it does something strange to his chest to think of this place as home.