[Aziraphale lets that kiss linger on his lips, breaking off only with a besotted giggle at the squeeze to his thigh.]

Only if I may take a little advantage in return. We are naked, in my bed, in case you had forgotten.

[He knows that Crowley has not. That delicious tingle of desire hasn't left Aziraphale, but if Crowley wants to preen in front of a mirror first, who is he to say no.]

Well, all right. There's a mirror in the door of my armoire; I'll fetch the handheld mirror and you you can admire yourself to your heart's content from all angles.