[ Crowley can feel his cheeks stretching. He hasn't laughed and smiled so much since - ever. To say he's giddy would be an understatement. ]

Alright, angel, you win. Pablo Nerudo it is. But mark my words, I'll get you to read something raunchy one day - maybe help put us in the mood.

[ Not that Crowley needs any help on that front. He tends to be in the mood whenever Aziraphale so much as flutters his eyelashes vaguely in his direction. ]