[ he does, indeed, pay no mind to the skepticism. he'd be skeptical, too. martin's not much to look at, all weird-looking and freckled and frumpy, and certainly not the sort of person he expects most people would assume someone as glamorous as crowley would be seen with. well, and he's human, and crowley doesn't exactly make habits of befriending humans, now does he? ]

Um, pretty flattering? [ he's not sure he wants to spill to aziraphale what crowley had told him, either. maybe it's best just to be vague.

he glances down at his shirt then and goes quiet, fingers curling over the words as if to hide them. .. ah. ] Well, you.. I guess you'd find out sooner or later. [ sooner as in during the course of this first meeting. if aziraphale hasn't already started noticing the effects, he's sure it's only a matter of time. ] It's a.. mm. Eldritch, um.. fear-entity? Called the Lonely. It makes people feel.. uh. Alone. [ that's the least of it, but he really doesn't want to get into specifics when he's already feeling exposed and vulnerable. ]