Perhaps it's a little bit of justice that this makes it Aziraphale's turn to be stunned. He's still for a moment, looking back up at Crowley with wide eyes. The sound that rolls out of his throat is not remotely dignified, nor does it befit an angel. It's tempting¹, almost, to pause again and address these matters -- but he has a goal here. He shuts his eyes again and reapplies himself to that goal.

¹Ha?