"I think I would feel it if you'd been promoted," he murmured, but maybe he had. It wasn't like Crowley would really know considering how She'd kicked him out for asking a simple question about humanity. He supposed they'd been nothing more than examples to Her, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. Seeing gold on Aziraphale was... Almost disturbing, really.
He turned to watch the angel run a hand over his wings, a shiver running down his spine at the odd, warm sensation of touch and healing in one go. "I thought the little bones were hell to heal?" He questioned, flexing his wings in the space that they had to test how they felt.
His wings were iridescent in the right light, just in an incredibly subtle way - like an oil slick, he'd decided one day. Black as night, but the light occasionally hit them in just the right way that they shimmered, moving through a series of colours with a single twitch - he had to admit, he was proud of them. They'd been through a lot more than most angels and even most demons and they were still there, curling just slightly towards Aziraphale, encroaching into his space. "Why else would they be gold like this?"