"Well, what are you seeing?" he asks, head righting itself with a flurry of feathers round his neck, though as Crowley backs away, Aziraphale's neck cranes forward so that his face is closer to him though his body is the same distance.

He blinks, several times in rapid succession. "You see me as Fallen. I have not, I assure you. But in curiosity, what do I look like?"

He turns his head to the side, again, and it would look quite broken if he weren't an owl.