Aziraphale fondly rolled his eyes at Crowley. He was grateful, though, for their defense of him, each in their own unique way, though he'd be decidedly less grateful if he heard anything about that éclair idea.

"If you are trying to embarrass us with tales of your frequent sexual activities, Anthony Crowley, we are aware and we do not embarrass so easily." Lamassu looked as stonefaced as ever. "However, if you no longer require our presence, Principality Aziraphale, we will be leaving until such time as our assistance is again required. There are other matters elsewhere that need attending to."

The angel nodded, and his familiar disappeared in a blink.

"We probably shouldn't antagonize him, really." Not that Aziraphale looked all that sorry about it.