The angel is entirely too excited about this, watching Crowley like one would watch a particularly enticing game of gold, should gold be their thing.

"Well? What do you think?" Aziraphale has known for many, many centuries that the demon doesn't quite enjoy food as much as he does. Or anyone with a mild enjoyment of food. But the demon also does most things the angel asks or suggests without much fuss, so that first part ends up not mattering much.