Interesting. And a little bit rude, but Aziraphale barely notices. Not unlike Crowley, this fellow. He pulls his hand back and contemplates his new-ness without understand the context - what does he have to compare against? New to dreaming altogether? Somewhat.

"I suppose so," he says after a moment. "Don't know, really. Do you drink?" He feels like being generous right now. Dreaming is fun! He had no idea you could actually FEEL the alcohol in it. He pulls out a fresh bottle of wine and waggles it - he hopes - enticingly.