Crowley, of course, is slouched. Slouching is probably against the rules of the Ritz as well, but that one he'll risk. It's possible he's physically incapable of sitting straight upright in a chair.

"Huh?" Crowley looks over his sunglasses at Aziraphale, quizzical. "Which words exactly?"

Look, he's said a lot of words. Even in conjunction with the sword, even just today. Aziraphale needs to unpack a bit.