Crowley shrugged, content enough to have won the battle to be magnanimous in victory.

"I figured we could split the difference. That way you'd be comfortable enough to not change it and I wouldn't have contact embarrassment."

He changed his own clothes with a thought in order to match Aziraphale's casual look by switching his suit trousers with snug black jeans and letting his jacket hang open. Smiling smugly in the knowledge that they looked damn good*, he nodded.

"Ready when you are, angel."

And he led Aziraphale outside to where the Bentley was parked

*Apart from the angel's poofy haircut, of course, but some things were inevitable.