What, another nice young man telling you that your sudden virginal pregnancy is perfectly all right isn't comforting?

[Drawled out. Honestly, he's sure Aziraphale was comforting. Far more than Gabriel. He sits up, and it must be very odd, seeing Aziraphale's form lying back languidly in that way Crowley has, all flash bastard even in bed.]

At least he got kicked upstairs after that.