Aziraphale looks over when he sputters, a curious look that doesn't last long enough for him to actually ask any questions. There's a bit of the alcohol-fueled haze, of course, but he's mostly just relaxed, happy to talk about his friend and to remember good times past, while living good times present.

"Oh, he just had his own way about it." He smiles into his wine glass, a smile of fond memories in his face. "Would often break the steps, make it his own. He claimed he couldn't remember all of them, but I'm quite sure he did it on purpose."