Aziraphale meets Crowley's skeptical face with doe eyes and a winsome smile. He was a good little angel who worked very hard on his sleight-of-hand, so obviously he got here on his own merits, what is there to doubt?

"Ah-ah, a magician never reveals his secrets." He wags a finger, then shrugs a bit sheepishly. "I might have practiced a little while you were asleep. My card tricks, at least, I kept a deck on my nightstand." The angel brought magic to the bedroom quite literally and in the least sexy way possible. At least he makes up for it by pressing a conciliatory kiss to Crowley's cheek. "Looks like all that practicing finally paid off, hmm?"