This was not quite the holiday that Aziraphale would have chosen if he'd had the choice - maybe a trip to the al-Qarawiyyin library, it had been some time since he'd stopped in there after all. Paris of course, even if he wasn't entirely focused on the crepes at the moment the French truly do have a way with food. But here they were now, in some place entirely removed from their world it seemed, cut off from everything he might have considered important for a holiday, but then - there was Crowley.
And that meant something as well.
"I suppose you're right." He agreed. They might not be in a place he'd have chosen, or in a time he'd have picked, but his companion was the only one in existence that Aziraphale was eager to spend his time with. So in that regard he supposed that Crowley was correct, they could count this as a bit of a holiday and make the most of this time and this place together. "Let's go then, I think there's one this way that is empty," He said feeling around just a bit, just to get them going.