"Well, that actually sounds brilliant--" Balthazar begins, then pauses as some of the information filters through his squirrelly brain. "...Moloch's a rabbit??"

That's either hilarious or frightening. Maybe both. But the petting on the head distracts him and he leans into it with a swish of his tail and a hum of contentment.

"Ssshh! Ssh!" He chides Crowley, waving a paw at him. "Don't tell him that!" He really does seem a little drunk at this point. "What's the point of being tiny and cute if I don't get any attention out of it?"

Still, he holds out the nut for Crowley's inspection. "No miracle, even! I didn't know you were good at sleight-of-hand, Aziraphale! Oh, and you both look wonderful, by the way. That red is the perfect color for you, Crowley."