"Now, there is no reason to get so irritable, dear chap. Thus far, I see nothing to be upset about."
Aziraphale wasn't known for always speaking the truth, and this was a case in point. He could find plenty to be upset about, but keeping Crowley calm was a much better use of his intellect at the moment. A demon with a temper was not the safest thing to be around.
"You may well apply that same logic to Up There. Even if they did have a purpose for me being here, they would not be inclined to include your influence."
Aziraphale reached down to tighten the fabric belt around his noticable midsection before raising a hand to scratch his chin.
"Do you even know what time it is?" Having just woke up, he had assumed it was morning. But he had also assumed, upon waking, that he was still in Soho. "Do you suppose it is too early for wine? I suppose I could settle for hot chocolate and a biscuit, but wine does sometimes help one to think, doesn't it?"