[He can't have this conversation like this; he feels restless and a little trapped, suddenly, so he slips off Aziraphale's lap, taking a few steps away to avoid looming over him.]

It's just jealously, angel, happens to everyone. You're not making me feel bad by flirting sometimes, if that's what you want to do.

[He thought this was important to talk about, and it still is, he just didn't think it'd go like this and now he feels... guilty? Like he's forcing Aziraphale to act or not act a certain way, just because he hasn't got a hold on his feelings.]

You don't have to take my every bloody feeling into account.