[ There's another very undignified sound when Aziraphale leaves the dubious comfort of his bony lap, but Crowley finds the sudden loss quickly alleviated when he's pulled flush to the angel.

Yeah, that was definitely good too. ]

Two hundred and twenty years you've had this place, you'd think I'd have found some excuse to poke around your upstairs by now.

[ No, he wasn't keeping track of how long Aziraphale had the shop because he liked buying little anniversary gifts, he was just very good at remembering things, why do you ask.

He wraps an arm around Aziraphale's shoulder, giving him an affectionate squeeze. ]

Lead the way, angel. My curiosity may actually discorporate me.