[Aziraphale mock-pouts for a moment before reaching out to curl his hands around the angel's narrow hips, pulling him closer.]

You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men, my dear. And you know how well I've handled the mouse problem at the Dowlings' place...

[Mostly by scaring the living daylights out of the mice so that they decided not to venture closer to the house than the areas of the garden where they wouldn't bother Crowley.]