Crowley considers Aziraphale, considers the coyness in his gesture, considers how connected they are in the moment. He considers all of this, and considers how once Aziraphale had told him he moved too fast. Aziraphale would tell him again if he did, he supposes, and he decides fuck it for the second time that evening.

He leans forward, and presses his lips carefully to Aziraphale's jawline, near his ear. Just once, just to see what the angel's reaction would be to the sudden, intimate gesture. He lingers, slowly pulling back to gauge his reaction.