He was at least pretty sure his other self must trust Aziraphale a great deal, if he'd loaned him Chenqing. But considering consequences wasn't exactly a strong point for either of them. Besides, it wasn't as if their situation could get that much worse, right?

And there he goes with thanking him again...

"Oh- actually," he changes the subject, fumbling with the pouch at his side. He withdraws a lump of iron that looks, well, it's an artistic interpretation of a tiger, curled around itself in a seal that's about the size of his fist.

"You should use this too. It'll hm... resonate with Chenqing? It's meant for amplifying your cultivation, so maybe it'll help? It's just been a useless piece of metal since I got it back here," he holds it out, offering it like an apple, since it no longer seems to be able to float menacingly.