Aziraphale can barely even think "I BEG your pardon" before chaos is transiently struck and Crowley squeezes him much, much harder than he'd expected.

"Oh-" He winces, gasping a bit as Crowley loosens again. "So I see."

He takes a moment to recover himself. It did hurt, a bit, but at the same time there was something to it that he rather liked. All that overpowering intensity and raw force. He does tend to go in for that kind of thing. Being an angel and all. He'll have to arrange for that again, but maybe from a better position.

"Here, let me go a minute," he says, attempting to wriggle free. "I'll come to you."