Aziraphale blinks. "Why in the world would there be a catch-- What do you mean-- which bloke?" he asks, completely having forgotten al about George from this morning. In fact, if he had to come up with any men in recent memory having to do with Crowley, he'd--

--Oh, right. Right, George.

"Heavens Crowley, why would I be upset over who you choose to take to bed? I think it's quite sweet he's obviously taken a liking to you, naturally that you don't feel the same I wish you had come out to chase him off earlier, but I can hardly blame you when you'd communicated to him, or him for trying."