Crowley could point out that it wasn't solely that, that he was hoping for the ability to do miracles again. To maybe be able to leave, to remove Aziraphale's bracelets and for them to leave together.

He doesn't, though. He's feeling irritable, from a solid mix of fear and anxiety and embarrassment and exhaustion and probably a whole heap of other things. Bit of a muddle, really. There's a lot that goes on with this properly human form that didn't with his old one. He wishes he could turn things off. He feels defensive.

"Well, why don't you!" Crowley replies, and the irritation is creeping into his voice -- incredulous, challenging. Why won't Aziraphale tell him? Why is he always so stubborn about these things? Why does he always think he knows best, refuse to listen, why --

Why, he wonders, can he just not learn to let it go? Only he knows the answer to that one, too, and it's no better.