In a moment of complete fond, earnest concern, Aziraphale is absolutely no prepared to hear that question. In fact, it takes him a moment or two to really process what was just said.

So he pauses, he stares, sputters quietly for just a second and then settles on a soft judgemental look.

But, you know what? It throws a blanket of normalcy onto their evening, with a handful of comfort and otherwise newfound liberties.

" Really, my dear." No real bite to it. "I was merely suggesting we both need a good rest."