Aziraphale choked on his next sip of wine.

Recovering, he drank the rest - why not, after all? - and tried to glare at Crowley, failing miserably. "You're mistaken, dear boy. I am hardly collecting lustful gazes, after all - except possibly yours, and those are perfectly all right." There's belief in Aziraphale's words, and it shows. If he has been drawing lustful attention, he's not aware of it.