Aardvark? Aziraphale rolled his eyes and indignantly huffed. Despite that, he was so happy that Crowley was here, he savored his voice, his movements, his presence, with an evenly growing smile.
Until he asked about the Ritz. "It's been so long! A month, at the very least! You must've been brought here from the same time as I had, after our lunch, but I got here before you." The angel's forehead wrinkled from distress. "I missed you so much!"