"You wanna come or are you planning on spending your evening at church or something?" Spike asked, exhaling smoke in the direction of Crowley and, yes, Aziraphale. Who did duck away from them and pull a face, clearly quite affronted by the fact that they were smoking here of all places.

"Gentleman, the sign clearly states that smoking is not allowed in this area." Perhaps they didn't know so he'd just politely inform them. "You shouldn't be smoking. Do put them out."

"Fuck off."

Aziraphale frowned deeply and tutted, not at all approving. "Well, come now, there's no excuse for such language."