Pushing away from the table to stand, Owen gave Aziraphale something of a more sedate smile. "Coming right up." He excused himself to fetch another towel for himself and retrieve something with more of a kick for Aziraphale. He used the brief moment to even out his breaths, making sure he didn't end up choking on nothing or just plum forgetting.

When he returned, he did not sit back down, although he seemed to very much want to. "Here you are. Fancy a bit more conversation, or shall I duck out before you throw that empty glass at my head?"