If Aziraphale were going to discuss such a topic—that being the limits of allowed physical intimacy—it would certainly not be welcome in this setting. It would be something that he would prefer to discuss behind closed doors, tucked away in the privacy of his room or where ever it was that Crowley was staying. It wasn't quite a conversation that he would like to have out in the open, on display for anyone to overhear.

Eventually, perhaps, they'll have that chat. Just not while on a wagon out of Asgard and into what was surely about to be a huge mess.

"How disappointing," he remarks, thoroughly unimpressed with how terribly stingy this place was when it came to sharing magic. Not even half an hour? Only an illusion? He supposes that it would have its uses, but only just barely.

"I do wonder if it would have been any different if you'd aligned with a different 'god'."