He made a noise of agreement along with Crowley's claims of magic up to snuff, like one humoring their spouse in a long disputed and defended contention. Learning magic from the ground up, sort of the human way, was a very humbling experience. Crowley would find out soon enough.

"Perhaps." They were approaching the restaurant now, and Aziraphale stood aside at the door to let Crowley enter first. It seemed appropriate, after all, as Aziraphale had done the asking out this time. "To which house do you belong?"