This is so embarrassing. Aziraphale drops his face into one hand, willing himself to remain patient with the God-King's absurd, childish display. He looks wearily at Crowley.

"You may recall I was housing on elder god in my shop," he says, gesturing limply at her. "I thought I'd get her a place of her own, as well as a means of communicating with the outside world, which she's wasted no time in abusing, as you've seen." He shoots her a reproachful glance. "I have no interest in taking it," he tells her irritably. "I wanted to show you how to use it. It didn't have to become a whole event."

He glances again at Crowley, this time vaguely apologetic. He does appreciate that Crowley actually deigned to show up and - defend him, or whatever it is he's doing - but there's no way to really articulate that just now.