Aziraphale understood his folly the moment that the question left his mouth. Crowley always put in an astounding lack of effort into remembering the names of people he didn't care much about. Although, this is something he ought to care some about.

He lets out a small sigh, leaning further against Crowley until he's all but resting his face against Crowley's. He chalks up this mysterious "X" as someone warranting further inquiry from non-Crowley individuals. The second one, however, he's sure he knows.

"Would you happen to mean Dante? Like the Divine Comedy?"