Crowley blinks, watching Aziraphale attentively. He cannot believe the angel hasn't dove right into the food he'd been so desperate to try moments ago, and his expression shows it.

Or maybe he is just that hungry to watch.

"Yes, yes, very cozy." he mutters, staring at the food in the angel’s hands. "How is your food?" he asks suddenly, as if he hadn’t realized the angel didn't yet take a taste. He's waiting, okay? How dare you deprive him of this experience.