He honestly thought Aziraphale might put up a bit more of a fight, but now that he has the angel standing with him, he feels less confident than he did a moment ago. After all, now he has to lead, and Aziraphale is trusting him to do just that. And now, well, now he has a moment to do something about this, and permission.

He takes a step towards the dance floor and turns towards Aziraphale. Crowley isn't much of is a slow-dancer, apart from in the occasional temptations, but he knows how. He's never done it for just himself before.

"Ready?" he asks. He puts a hand down to Aziraphale's waist.