"Oh noooo!" Aziraphale moaned, "I forgot the wine!" His distress turned into relief, smiling as she sighed. "Saving the day, like always."
He was also relieved that no comment was made about his appearance - at least not yet.
At Crowley's invitation, he demurely took the chair that was offered, sitting primly with both feet flat on the floor, his hands resting in his lap.
"It's very good to see you," he said, leaning forward slightly to emphasize his feelings. "Did you get set up in a room yet? Have they given you a flatmate? Mine is a horrible pirate that tries to intimidate and who mocks me. He's some sort of undead, if you can believe it. Fortunately neither of us spend much time in our room, so we don't run into one another very often, but even so. Dreadful. Oh! And the décor, don't talk to me about the décor! Everyday I've been using miracles to change it to something more palatable, but in the morning it changes right back! A nuisance, if you ask me. But this whole place is simply crammed with ghosts, I'm sure you'll find it cozy."
His excitement caused him to ramble. He would've continued, but the wine between them was too tempting.