That's an impossible request. Aziraphale is exceptionally good at worrying and even more so when it came to the topic of Crowley. He might even dare to say that he has improved his worrying technique since they've been in Asgard with that whole bracelet business that had happened a while ago.

"Well," he starts, moderately distracted by the soothing hand rubbing along his side. It doesn't really help, but it does spark a very peculiar feeling in him. He turns his face to press a very gentle kiss against Crowley's temple. "It's still a concern. Best to be careful while we're. . . limited."

To put it lightly.

"Speaking of, what are you able to do? With the magic they'd given you?"