He wiggles a bit, face lighting up with a blush. It should not please him this much for Crowley to be proud about something so ridiculous as talking about summoning his car, but it does. The Bentley is exceedingly important to Crowley, and Crowley is important to Aziraphale. It stands to reason that bringing him a little piece of happiness from home, when he is certainly more than a little piece of Aziraphale's happiness from home already, would be the right thing to do for his best friend. In the grand scope of everything Crowley has ever done for him, that would be a small gesture.

"My dear, I think a few types of magic may well blow up if done wrong. But summoning is what I do--what I try to do," he amends before boasting, straightening his tie, smoothing down his uniform, "I am not in the House Ka for nothing. We are the Sundering House. Of course higher ups get ...shirty about students learning to Sunder. After all, that is the power that brought us here. You could bring down a whole host of evil on this world if you're not careful. One doesn't enter into it lightly, but I have done a great deal of research on the matter if you are, indeed, ever interested."

He fusses with the pages of some of Crowley's notes absently, tidying them. "And I doubt we'd bring in Hastur. For one, I wouldn't make that kind of mistake. I am never so sloppy. And summoning in a demon is rather more difficult... I should think. "