The karaoke singing and general restaurant chatter is loud enough to drown out Crowley's muttered remark, but Aziraphale still manages to pick up on the sarcasm behind it, highlighted by a manner of sushi-eating which could best be described by the word sulky. Was it something he said? The angel's confused look only magnifies.

Of course, he has little time to dwell on that, as Crowley brings up the bit about the gavotte that everyone likes to point out. He purses his lips, outwardly displeased, even as that faint blush returns. "Only sometimes," he replies, a little disappointed that Crowley won't even consider the gavotte. Especially if --

No, don't finish that thought. This conversation is already awkward enough. He helps himself to another roll, this one stuffed with salmon roe. "If you have a song in mind, you should put in your selection The queue fills up fast."