"Of course!" Crowley asked for some sake as he led the way to the bar, sitting down and gesturing for Aziraphale to settle in next to him. Now that there was proper lighting, he looked younger than he'd assumed he was. Well preserved, Crowley assumed, but it was difficult to really gauge. He looked the way he was, truly, which he felt was kind of comforting and also amusing in a way. "To the breaking of old traditions and the making of new ones."

The sake was poured for them and he slid one cup over to Aziraphale before emptying his own. "Cheers!" Or whatever they said in Japan, he didn't know.