The feathers twitched, uncomfortable and undeniably nervous. None of this showed on Aziraphale's face.

"Do you want to know what happened? I fell out of a tree and he happened to catch me. He asked to see my wings, and I thought that perhaps since the atmosphere was so relaxed it would hardly matter. I took off my shirt so it wouldn't be ripped. When he cried - could you not see the teartracks? - I only tried to comfort him. Why, Crowley, are you jealous?"