Jet tries valiantly not to let the color go to his face, but ascend it does. Stupid Gilmore making sure the cyborgs still seemed human in every outward way; he'd be fine with not blushing ever again.

The blush is the only thing that gives him away, though, his body language remains relaxed. It's only once the staff asks Aziraphale again that Jet's jaw tightens and he strides over to put a hand on the desk.

"Look, if we wanted a couple's massage that's what we would've asked for. Get my friend here the damn first aid kit and keep your assumptions to yourself."

This was the last thing he needed today, but he wasn't about to just walk out and leave Aziraphale alone when he was still freaked out and Jet still didn't know what was going on.