[Crowley makes a sound that's probably agreement to the comment about Warlock, before he steps away from the closet, still not quite looking at Aziraphale. He feels too exposed for that sort of thing, when he isn't wearing his glasses.]

Didn't feel much like a dream, but... [He shrugs, unsure how to finish that sentence.] You can get dressed, looks like there's clothes that'll fit you in here. I can wait outside if you'd prefer.