"Seems like you don't, given your shock every time you get a compliment. Get out among the people, handsome. You've some catching up to do, I can tell." And, just then, as he looked ahead and saw that white church building pop into view, Crowley connected the dots. Oh. Ohhhh.

Damn. That explained it all. Well, he supposed he should be grateful Aziraphale hadn't tried to convert him yet. "Though, you know. Whatever works for you."

He didn't want to get into a religious debate. He really, really did not want to have to kick the nice man out for being a bigot either. And he felt bad for him, because all that repression? Suddenly made sense.