He huffs, but can't completely relax. Even though he hadn't decided to do anything, there were things he could and would do and Aziraphale wasn't sure if he had the wherewithal to thwart now. Still, he could trust Crowley, he knew. Up to a point. They were here together after all, working together. He glowers as the demon purloins a bit of waffle and stabs at him with the fork playfully because he finds himself rather enjoying the kind of thing even if most of him is still tense of this whole conversation.

A sip of his latte, which is, well, not the best but not the worst either; and he relaxes a little more, wings even perking a little as he leans in to see the mirror.

"That's clever. It's rather like... what is it you call it? A black berry?" He takes the mirror and explores around the map a bit, just to feel somewhat possessive of it. "And yes to the job flyer I suppose." He sighs. "We are here to get things done after all."