Aziraphale laughed under his breath. What had it been? Crowley'd tried tempting him to bigger things, back when they first knew each other, before the Arrangement, but the first thing that had been successful . . .

He pushed his tumbler forward about an inch, raised an eyebrow, then pulled it back and drank. "Did you honestly think I took to drink of my own volition?" he asked, grinning a bit, and let it fall back to the table with a clunk.