[He doesn't push it. If Aziraphale is worried enough to ask Crowley to warn him before he takes a nap, then it's not worth the argument.]

Fine, fine. You have my word. And you should tell me too if you're feeling the sssweet slumberous siren's call too. Don't want you nodding off unguarded.

[He flops back onto the mattress and allows himself a long, luxurious stretch.]

S'a good bed, angel.