With a degree of confidence nobody who had just been buried alive should have, Aziraphale extends his hands outwards towards Lord John with upturned palms. He is very clearly waiting for him to offer him his wounded arm despite the polite protests he has been offering him.

"At the moment, I believe the most pressing concern would be your injury. I wouldn't feel right sending you away in such a condition," he tells him. There weren't any other matters for him to attend to, not at the moment and not any that he would care to offer any priority to. He already had a very exact and fully formed checklist in his head for what he'd like to do with the remainder of this day.

Of course, the first item on the list was to offer Lord John something in return for his trouble. They had only just recently just met and he was already in his debt. Although, he hadn't realised that he knew Crowley as well. He supposed that wasn't all that surprising, but it did make him a little curious.

"How long have the two of you known each other?" He asks, hoping to help some of the tension in the air.