Aziraphale's lip curls in quiet, barely contained fury, and Orisa hisses angrily from his shoulder. It enrages him to think of how Lucifer is using him to get at Crowley, and that he thinks of Crowley as his. He knows all too well that he should accept the situation, stay well out of the Devil's way, trust that they will figure something out, but with all the added nervous tension of this dream, and the way Orisa is bristling, feeding openly off his fear and frustration, standing down is suddenly an even more monumental task than usual.

He swallows slow and heavy, visibly getting himself under control, and says, "Then perhaps you could leave me be."