"I'm sure you would be." Aziraphale laughed and then turned away, cursing to himself. Yes, he was. He was the snake, the tempter, the test - and he was failing. He had already failed. He was tempted. God could smite him, he was fine with that, as long as he got to check out Crowley and maybe just once, he could touch his chest.

Coming back out, he set the coffee down and leaned against the desk, just keeping an eye on nearby customers.

"I'm glad you, erm, that you ... came back. Not just because of the late fee, of course, though that did trouble me! No, I just -- I didn't want to make you feel unwelcome here." He knew that he had seen the church, that he knew his religion, that he knew he must be in deep but he had still approached him and spoke to him. It made him feel less awful about it all.