Aziraphale isn't quite sure what exactly they're trying to get at with that first part, but he's still thankful for the dim light in the room for not entirely revealing the embarrassing redness of his features. He does hope he won't get stuck like that.

Still, the love and glee radiating from the demon is infectious, as if the angel didn't have to handle his own matching feelings. Oh, what a bother, really, to sit here and finally delight together over a something that always seemed impossible not that long ago.

"Oh, my dear, I'm already quite happy." There's no polite humility in what he's saying - the joy radiating off of him is palpable, or at least quite clear in his smile. He pulls his arm from around their waist so that he may cup it on their cheek. "All I want is to be able to enjoy my time with you."