[Aziraphale suppresses obvious laughter at the 'unholy terror' business, squirming a little before finally settling down again while Crowley takes his time undoing his waistcoat buttons. It's such a sweet gesture, how careful Crowley is with his possessions. With him. His breath catches as those fingers work their way up to his bow tie, and he has to swallow before replying at all.]
You'll have to let me return the favor, then I'll know for sure.
[But that can wait a little while. His hands flutter a bit, uncertain, before reaching back and landing on Crowley's hips, keeping him close while he continues to be undressed.]
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You'll have to let me return the favor, then I'll know for sure.
[But that can wait a little while. His hands flutter a bit, uncertain, before reaching back and landing on Crowley's hips, keeping him close while he continues to be undressed.]