Aziraphale's more confused than ever, and more than a little worried. But he accepts the glasses without protest, nodding solemnly. He doesn't know why a pair of sunglasses might be important to Ferran, or why he's trusting them to Aziraphale of all people, but if he can help in any way, he's not going to refuse.

"Of course. You needn't worry, I'll keep them safe for you." He smiles reassuringly, tucking the glasses safely away in an inside pocket of his jacket, and then peers at Ferran with concern.

"I don't mean to pry, my dear, but...is anything wrong?"