[ No sweeter a benediction has there ever been than Aziraphale's lips. Crowley closes his eyes, releasing a deep breath. ]

Not exactly how I imagined it either. I mean, not at first. Did a lot of imagining about the other stuff though and you really blew it right out the water. Couldn't -

[ He stops mid-ramble, something in his brain clicking. He peers up at Aziraphale, caught somewhere between amused and suspicious. ]

Hang on, I thought you said you couldn't remember anything from last night...?