[ Crowley considers this, before giving a slow, cautious nod. ]

Maybe just the tips of our wings to start. Worst case scenario is a couple of singed feathers and knowing not to try it again.

[ He reaches up, cupping Aziraphale's chin, stroking his jaw with his thumb. ]

If you don't want to, s'fine, we'll find a better time for it.

[ He tilts his head up, pressing a soft kiss to Aziraphale's mouth. And another, and then another, until he parts his lips to invite the angel in. ]