Aziraphale hated it when unpleasant people made good points. That did not, of course, negate the validity of said points. He'd always been a bit passive (that had been his job, generally speaking, to obey orders and not take initiative), but that didn't mean he ought to be forever. He surrendered the argument with a quick shrug.

A smile appeared briefly at the corner of his mouth, then flickered away. "The 1950s, or so I've been told," he added breezily. "And yours?"