[Aziraphale sits eagerly, even as he rolls his eyes over the ridiculous imagery that Crowley shares with him.]

Well, if vampires are allowed to sparkle in the sunlight, then I suppose that they can look like anyone, even me. But I much prefer my taste in food. And nibbling.

[He demonstrates by nipping gently along the column of Crowley's neck, careful not to get any coconut oil on his face. He sucks a love bite above his jugular, then sits back, looking over his work. He's still learning how to leave a proper mark.]

You could... or I could continue to take care of you...?