Aziraphale had Crowley metaphorically eating out of the palm of his hand, and he loved it as much as Crowley did. That was why the angel, playing at being innocent, thought it would be perfectly alright to continue the "torture" by sweetly saying, "Me? Come up with a new arrangement? Oh nooooo... I couldn't." His bottom lip pouted. "Especially since you were the one who came up with the idea for the initial one. You'll have to think of something new.
"Until then!" Aziraphale swiftly stepped away, clasping his hands together in joyful expectation. "We ought to celebrate your arrival! There's a number of nice restaurants you can take me to. It won't be quite the same until your Bentley appears, but walking will do just as fine."