"Hm." Aziraphale nods, pondering the possibility, but then pondering becomes too much work. Drinking is easier. Anyway Crowley looks like he's having such fun, and now he's got the wine.

"Well, I'm sure it'll all sort itself out," says Aziraphale, uncorking a second bottle for his own consumption. He knocks about half of it back and flops over, causing the boat to rock worrisomely. "Oh dear." He reaches out to steady it awkwardly. "Better be careful."

Is it just him, or did he get drunk in an awful hurry? Well, no complaints here.