[ Safely corralled between Aziraphale's legs, Crowley's arm snakes up to the back of the angel's head, and guides it just so that Crowley can plant slightly soapy flavoured kisses to his mouth. ]

Mm, got a bit of a game for getting rid of pamphlet pushers. Never the same way twice. Gonna have a whole new world of options with you in on the fun.

[ He nuzzles up against Aziraphale's cheek. ]

And the statue may dissuade book collectors who very much aren't your sort.