"Will he?" Wei Wuxian blinks. The man didn't seem as if he could enjoy anything without a heavy dose of sarcasm or dry humor, but Aziraphale probably knew him a lot better than Wei Wuxian had in the brief meeting they had.

"Oh- ah- haha, right," he grins a little at the clarification though, and wonders if Crowley really does consider him a friend. They'd parted on amiable enough terms to offer to help each other out, so that made them friends, didn't it? Maybe he could help out with Crowley's unrequited troubles as well.

"You must know him really well, hm? How did you meet? Don't know too many folks who are friends with demons," not that he was one to talk.