Crowley stopped, rather theatrically, as befit the conversation they were having. He turned to face Aziraphale, bowing playfully. "It'd be my honour." After saying that, he raised the man's hand to his lips and kissed it, before letting go of him entirely, for the moment, so he could hold the door to the sushi bar open. "Shall we?"

He was hungry and apparently it would be Aziraphale's treat, so the evening was looking up. As Aziraphale passed him, he said, quietly but loud enough. "I wouldn't mind you being forward."