Crowley didn't know the meaning of the word grace! If you had ever seen him dance you would know that.

He did, in a bizarre twist of fate, know what forgiveness meant and it sent his head rolling across his shoulders. If he turned around he knew what he would see. Those two big soulful eyes, staring deeply into his, asking for this favor... And this was a big ask, Angel! One Aziraphale had never really needed to make because he would have been forgiven within the hour regardless. But there he was, asking.

"Mead? I haven't had mead in centuries."

He needed a drink to deal with all this. Besides what better way to make up than to go out to get smashed and watch an angel sample some dessert?