[Crowley considers Aziraphale in silence for a moment, weighing up what's happened between them, what's been said. If he's being honest with himself, he sort of wants to just lie down and take a nap about it and then tackle the rest of his emotions afterwards, so... he's not inclined to complain.]

Alright, later, then.

[They can talk about what this is, what it means. But he'll leave it for now, choosing to raise an eyebrow, instead.]

Feeling a bit bossy, are we? Couldn't even manage a please in there, they really picked your designation right. [Which is — a whole other thing, but a whole other thing for later.] What floor are you on? We can pop over for a visit.