A recommendation from one of the grooms is the best thing Crowley could have asked for. If he thinks something is good, then surely it's at least as good, if not better, than it smells. The demon grins at his angel when he gets a look and gently nudges him in the shoulder with his own.

"We were waiting for things to calm down," he corrects shamelessly. "Didn't want to overwhelm you or your groom by making the queue even longer." It's not wholly untrue, so Crowley can count this as both a lie and not a lie, yes?

"Good to meet one of you at last." Crowley offers his hand to Jim when it's freed up then smoothly slips his arm around Aziraphale's shoulders. "It's a really nice party. Quite the cultural affair. Did you know, I heard people are playing dice games we haven't seen in a thousand years somewhere around here. How'd you manage that?" He's truly curious about that one; Those games were always good for a few temptations back in the day.