He smiled, just a small, cute little upturn of his lips, eyeing Anthony with a considering gleam before looking away as he pretended to consider the question.

"Oh, no, that's the problem. It's wickedly present-tense as well. Probably has no right to be, all things considered. But yet here we are, an unreasonably in-love fool." And that was a problem he didn't care to look too closely at: he and Anthony didn't know each other all that well, but the intensity of unresolved emotions bleeding off the memories added to in-person attraction (at least on Aziraphale's part) were a heady combination.

"I love you, Anthony," he said, sincere and firm in his resolve, looking up into his eyes. "I do." The statement deserved weight and attention, so he gave it a due moment of silence.

Then, recalling something Anthony mentioned before, he smiled a sly smile that wrinkled his nose and twinkled in his eyes, and leaned up until he was nearly nose to nose to add: "After all, how could I not? You may be the nicest demon I've ever met."