Wouldn't dream of it.

[ He says in that innocent way of his that suggests he is absolutely scheming the best way to get Aziraphale to eat a boxed abomination to cuisine.

Settling in, Crowley snuggles close, draping an arm and leg over Aziraphale. ]

Wake me when you get a bit peckish then, love. Or any other appetites I might be able to sate. You know me, pedal to the metal, always ready to go.