[Aziraphale titters at Crowley's reaction, at least partially in relief, and resumes his braiding.]

Good, because I like my fingers in your hair, too.

[Although he has to pause once more when Crowley grins at him and says aloud what Aziraphale had managed to infer after their first night together. He blushes a bit and smiles into those upturned yellow eyes.]

Ah, I see why you like wearing it long, then. All the more to tug you with.

[He kisses Crowley's forehead, then urges him to bring his head back down so Aziraphale can properly finish the braid. He's nearly done when he adds quietly:]

So long as I don't have to pull it too hard. I don't want to hurt you.