Well, his cowardice will only serve to prolong this absolutely painful experience, but most things Crowley sets out to do are cursed anyway. Aziraphale still looks vaguely confused, clearly not really understanding the...implications of the question.

“Oh.” Very obviously missing the point. “Lovely man, he was. Even wittier than would seem by just his works. A penchant for the spoken word that would put most to shame.”

He unlocks the door to the shop, gesturing inside. “After you.”