"I know..." he sighs, frowning. "I liked that watch too. It wasn't the one dear Oscar gave me thankfully. That one is still in the shop. But it was still quite old." Oh well. If it was to save Crowley from his own stupidity, then it was worth it.

He can't help but smile at the small irritated voice coming from the snake. Crowley is incensed and perhaps if he wasn't smallish and wrapped around Aziraphale's neck like a particularly avant garde scarf, he might have been more flustered.

As it was, he scratches the underside of Crowley's chin, cooing: 'who is a good snake' in his mind.

"I was hoping you'd come up with something clever." Which is--not particularly a lie as, well, some part of him must have hoped of it while lying there being crushed in the dust.

"Thankfully, you did." And he lifted the snake's head with a finger and kissed the top of it.