Well, there was something else Crowley hadn't been expecting, and it wasn't something that he felt he should have expected, either. Really, he thought he'd get plenty of fussing out of the angel, maybe a touch of fluster, but not like this. It was enough to make Crowley let go of him and actually pull that housecoat closed, as well as tying the belt. "I don't want to find someone to practice with," he said simply as he turned so he could stand in front of Aziraphale.
"Well, you look like you need a drink," Crowley said, brows furrowed a touch as he watched his friend carefully. "Come on, bottle's still open." And with that Crowley reached over to gently take Zira's arm and lead him towards where the bottle sat.