The bitter sarcasm did not escape him. He would have figured Crowley was used to that sort of human by now, but then sometimes on very rare occasions; Aziraphale was almost convinced that Crowley was stung more deeply than he let on.

He looked away as Crowley got dressed, busying himself with his own clothes and deciding to not fix the coat right now as the last thing he wanted was to spend the morning and who knew how much longer abed. He expected Crowley to leave, but looked back when he spoke and was struck by a moment by how he looked-- just as normal. Wonderful in black. Was that horrible to think? Well, he thought it. There was something dynamic about it. Striking. He looked so alive in that moment that Aziraphale wished this were a happier circumstance; that they were just going out to lunch as they had many times before.

Only he couldn't help but feel the happier times were behind them now and ahead... well... trial.

Still, breakfast came first.

"That sounds marvelous." He stood, stretching his wings and arms a moment to the warm sunlight and then caught himself wanting to loop his arm around Crowley's. Instead he gestured toward the door. "After you."