"Serves you right." But he was grinning. He still preferred cinema to either of those labels, but he supposed people had to call it what they must. Though he had to wonder at the word date.

No, really wonder.

Did Crowley mean it casually? Well he must, of course, because it certainly wasn't a date date. Just because he'd given him a little inspiration didn't make anything official. Nothing could be official. Could it? No, certainly not. And certainly Crowley would be completely against holding hands in the theater, which Aziraphale would too, of course, because he was not a complete ninny; nor entirely that needy. And there would be no charming afterwards lit by the marquee lights, leaning closer until... sparks flew once more.

That was just absurd.

He did not mean a date date because he could not mean a date date and even if he did mean a date date it was certainly not any sort of date date that Aziraphale would ever have in mind-- not that he generally thought about such things.

And oh, wait, the strange sad little man was talking to him.

"What? Oh yes. Terrible finger. Loss. I mean. I do hope you find it. Er... what kind of weapon were you looking for, dear?"

He may be a little distracted.