"Half your job? Whatever do you mean?" Aziraphale blinked at him, half-hiccuping.

He considered the question, aside from Crowley's baffling remark. "It's... nice, I suppose. It's more flexible the last, and it's younger. It will probably last longer. Not that the old one had been due to wear out, mind. And it's certainly competent... where it needs to be competent," he added, blushing deeply. "It has good filing hands, I meant." The angel stared into his wineglass.