"She blew you a kiss..." Aziraphale frowned as well. "Be still a moment, please."

He gave her a long, eerily intense look over the rims of his spectacles, and then sat back with a quiet groan, shoving them up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Drat, blast and dash it all," he muttered. "That insufferable Greek hussy. She left something on you. Nothing to worry about, I think; it's weak, and mostly decayed now. You may have got caught by accident. But I don't think we need look any further for our culprit." He settled his glasses back in place with a sigh. "She doesn't really need a reason, no, but it wouldn't surprise me at all if Crowley had somehow managed to give her offense. He has rather a talent for that, even when he's not really trying."

His fingers were now drumming distractedly on the table top, betraying his worry.