[ Crowley looks Aziraphale up and down, and grins, gently guiding him into his lap. ]

Oh, I dunno, can see their point. You'd be an awfully cute vampire though. Probably put whipped cream on top of your blood smoothies. Tuck a little kerchief in your collar so you don't get any stains while you nibble my arteries. Very proper vampire, indeed. Not like the regular riffraff at all.

[ His hand wanders lovingly up Aziraphale's back, his gaze
warm as he takes in his little pout. ]

...Could always take care of you for the next twenty minutes, yeah?