[ Crowley's expression goes very peculiar. He looks quite happy, but, as always, there's that tinge of melancholy. ]

You know, I dreamed about waking up next to you a couple times. Sun streaming in and you looking all radiant in some flannel pyjamas and a fluffy dressing gown.

[ He strokes along Aziraphale's cheek, ever so fondly. ]

You'd be cooing at a spider plant, spoiling it and giving it ideas above it's station, and I'd go and make us breakfast, and then we'd hunker down in bed, eating toast and getting crumbs everywhere.

[ It feels good to say it, to finally be completely honest about his feelings for Aziraphale, to tell the angel exactly what he's always wanted, and hoping Aziraphale will be on the same page as him on this as well. ]

That - can we have that too? Is that something you'd like?

[ His very own domestic demon? ]