Anthony's smile was positively radiant and it inspired a soft, protective, and (dare he admit) vain glow in Aziraphale's chest that blossomed as a blush up his neck and along his cheeks. What a beautiful, frustrating, enigmatic creature he had somehow found himself unexpectedly associated with. Whatever their connection, whatever their past, he was glad Anthony had found him again. Somehow they'd figure out what they were, and if it meant being the serpent of Eden? ...Well, there was no reason Anthony's present had to be dictated by his past.

He smiled--pleased, smug and a little coy.

"Well, thank you. Good of you to finally notice."