"...Suppose you do have a point."

The explanation worked for Aziraphale, too.

He pursed his lips and pretended to be thinking it over before holding out his hand expectantly for the spade. "Alright. You've convinced me."

Grubbing, as Anthony called it, seemed like it would be good fun, at least for a while--a bit like gardening, he imagined--and even if it wasn't, Anthony was here to keep him company and distract him from the task at hand. He was very distracting, and not just for the usual, obvious reasons.

"But! Only because it's hardly fair to make you do all the groundwork for your own temptation."