[Choice is a complicated topic, so Crowley decides to leave it for now, not wanting to get himself in a weird mood.]

Can't blame you for being eager for a drink. [As if that's the only reason he's ready to be out of the car. There is, miraculously, a parking spot right across from the bar, and he pulls into it easily.] Here we are, then. Try not to hurt my feelings by scrambling out too fast.

[It won't hurt his feelings, he's used to Aziraphale.]