Lifting a hand to idly scratch behind his ear as Aziraphale seemed to have mentally transported somewhere else. "Angel?" Waving his hand then in front of his companion. Crowley soon glanced quickly over each shoulder just to be sure that there wasn't something behind him. Could never be too careful, you know?
Crowley had wondered why Aziraphale seemed so utterly shocked. They'd seen each other not too long ago at The Ritz? At least that's what he remembered?
"No I'm an aardvark, yes it's really me." Smoothing his lapels down with a puff of air from between his lips in a brief raspberry. Hooking his fingers back into the belt loops of his slacks. "I..." He paused then. Good question.
"Mmm, nuh. I'm not sure. Yesterday? Today?" Shrugging his shoulders absently. "Whenever did we go to the Ritz?" Glancing around with a swing of his torso before looking back to Aziraphale casually.