Well. Difficult to argue in that case.

[So he won't. Instead he glances over at Crowley sighing with a shake of his head.] Good lord. Gabriel. He's... struggling, isn't he?

[It's the kindest term he can manage. Slightly kinder than a total wreck or having a slow motion breakdown.]

...he hasn't threatened you at all, has he? [Because Aziraphale made it very clear how very much that would not fly.]