Yeah, there was a reason why over the years, Crowley poked and prodded at Aziraphale in order to provoke the fussier, bossier side of him-- he just finds it incredibly attractive. "In a hurry?" He asks, dryly amused tone at total odds with his now disheveled hair and clothes. He takes a step back, though Aziraphale's hand is in his own and he gives it a light tug.