[Aziraphale rinses off the last of the suds with as much care as before, letting Crowley have his moment of glory, but as soon as he's done, his fingers hone into the demon's sides for a brief tickle.]

It's unwise to brag about tactical vulnerabilities while leaving oneself so exposed, darling.

[He pours a cup of water over his own shoulder to wash away the coconut oil and shampoo residue. Satisfied, he pulls Crowley close to him once more and kisses his ear.]

There... what's next, now that we're both squeaky clean?