Crowley leans back a little, looking at Aziraphale. "You really believe that? That She'll be merciful of us? Of someone you, maybe. But me?" There's no judgement in Crowley's voice. He's more charmed by the fact that Aziraphale still believes this. Crowley has tried to talk to Her so long he can't possibly believe She cares about him at all. He thinks the only being in the whole universe who does is holding him right now, and that's enough for him.

But if Aziraphale thinks it's worth it...

"Isn't the Metatron just another angel?" Crowley asks. "Speaking for God?"