Aziraphale almost wilted with relief. "Good," he said, a bit more forcefully than he intended (and experiencing a moment of cognitive dissonance, as in general he was supposed to approve of love and frown on lust, not the other way around.) As with Cayce, though, it wasn't a matter of jealousy. He could just see so many ways such a situation could have gone horrifyingly wrong it hurt his head to contemplate it.

"Nevertheless, she is a goddess of love, beauty and sexual rapture," he reminded Crowley after a moment, "and known for her tempestuous ways. But there, I shan't belabor the point. I don't mean to pry. I just thought I'd be remiss not to mention it."