Aziraphale, in contrast, quite often looks happy, and most particularly when he's one his way to a good meal. But there's no question that he's almost radiant today, at least to Crowley's eyes.

To himself, Crowley will admit he's a little biased.

He gives his smile-smirk, unfolding himself from his slouch as Aziraphale approaches. 'Lo, angel. Just about long enough, I'd say, though I don't mind waiting. Good things come to those and all that." And so they have, clearly. Crowley gestures towards the door, a silent, after you.