He chose not to push the bit about Aziraphale getting his own place just yet—it was still early in the evening, after all, and the fact that he hadn't even acknowledged the idea meant that it was something he wasn't comfortable talking about just yet.

Plenty of time to push him on it later.

Crowley continued to toy with his food, consuming far more of the wine than the actual meal. At this rate they would need another bottle before long.

"How many are there, anyway? The children and such."