Aziraphale's sympathetic frown fades at that last question, leaving him looking mildly taken aback. He can only presume by good Ianto means noteworthy, and he's not particularly keen on answering that. But he's not about to lie, and what's the point in skirting around it, anyway? Better that everyone's aware.

"Well," he says delicately, prodding his pie with his fork. "Lucifer came through. The Devil, I mean. I wouldn't call that good." He frowns vacantly at the table for a moment. "But it was certainly eventful."