Aziraphale's gaze over the demon lingers for a few moments, as a fond smile easily takes over his expression. Grim reminders of their current situation are all around them, if they look, but so are those that point out the more positive aspects, the better recent events, the intimate developments between two people, two creatures who have circled each other for millennia, until finally meeting in the middle.

For once, Aziraphale feels more than a mere observer of the Love he feels.

"Quite well." He adjusts the shirt he's wearing laying open, starting to button it up, and covering up marks he rather not think about for a while. "You?"