He shook his head, still coughing but getting control over himself. Aziraphale's clapping him on the back worked, a little. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm... fine." One last shake of the head to get the cobwebs out.

"I don't know what that was," he said, sitting down hard in the closest chair and taking a sip of wine to clear his throat. With a half-smile, he added, "Besides, we don't need to breathe. Maybe you should pick a song next."