"Really? It hardly seems your.. style, dear, to be honest. Too much..." He waved a hand, unsure of how to put into words what was different about it. The Angel had always been so... proper, with his books and his tea and his stupid sweatervests. The redirect, to tight jeans and whiskey and celebrity wasn't sitting well with the demon.
He might have been jealous- it was a valid emotion for a demon. He simply thought he was past all that, where Aziraphale was concerned.