Aziraphale can't help but blush a little at Balthazar's comment, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth despite his current mood. He's worked hard to create a space for himself that reflects his preferences. "I can give you a tour of the shop later, if you like."

But first, they really ought to talk. He takes a sip of his cocoa, thinking that a bottle of Four Roses isn't a terribly bad idea right now.

The question surprises him. He shakes his head, vaguely horrified by the idea. How would he and Crowley ever gotten a single moment of peace if something like that existed in his world? "No, we're not. I suppose we could find a way to communicate telepathically, if we chose to, but it would take a great deal of focus. Even in Heaven, we simply spoke to one another. Or sent memos."