Aziraphale just sneered at Gabriel. Or tried to sneer. He mostly ended up looking constipated. Hah! What was not to like! . . . Probably something. Er.

Following the archangel's glance, he looked at the shot glasses in front of him and had a brilliant idea. He shoved them across the table to Gabriel's side. "I think I did," he said primly.

It was completely logical.