"Well, this one was originally known as Crawley. He decided to change his name a while back as it better suited him."
Aziraphale didn't like the implication in the other angel's words. He wished he'd lied to the other angel and pretended he didn't know the demon. While not in his nature, it wouldn't be the first time in the last 6000 years that he'd told a fib. Sometimes it was necessary. He also didn't understand the notion of Crowley being around longer than most demons. There were many fallen angels that had been around longer than the serpent.
He tried to backpedal, instinct and the long-standing bond urging him to protect his friend. "He's really no trouble at all. Hardly worth thinking about. I mean, yes, he tries to turn people's minds to sin, but it was a good thing he was around when we stopped the Apocalypse. He worked just as hard against it as I did, and we both know that turned out to be the ineffable path after all."
Just as he finished speaking, the waiter reappeared with his dinner. Scallops and pasta. So that's what he had ordered. They must not have had sushi on the menu. He remained silent as the plate was set before him and the waiter turned to inquire if his companion was ordering anything.