[Gentleman or not, Crowley still gets an appreciative smile as he does exactly what Aziraphale had hoped he would do. The angel fluffed his curls a bit, primping and straightening himself out after that brief quarrel with the familiar.]

Exactly. And even if I was a bit of a choux pastry, it doesn't mean I let just anyone have a bite.

Now. What were you two discussing before we were so rudely interrupted?