Crowley takes another drink and puts his drink down. He gives Aziraphale a devilish smile. Aziraphale is not buying this. If this were a proper temptation, Crowley would be failing miserably. He would be heading back with his proverbial tail between his legs. All the same, it is a holiday, and he's more about succeeding than failing.

He gives the dance floor a nod. "I will if you do."

Crowley has no fear of dancing, especially with a little alcohol to loosen the mood.