Crowley feels like he can breathe again when Aziraphale chuckles a bit, it's a sign he hasn't quite lost him yet. He's suddenly very thankful he walked out when he did, as his ability to return more level-headed has certainly done himself a favor.

"Anything?" Crowley questions with a small chuckle of his own, "Dangerous words, angel. How about I promise to get you proper drunk once you're feeling better?"