[Aziraphale bites his lip to keep from moaning outright. Wily serpent, wriggling around like that. Not that he'd have it any other way, of course. He affixes Crowley a droll look before sliding an arm under his knees, holding him more securely.]
We both know that isn't a thing for you around me, my dear. But I'll humor you.
[He stands up from the bed, holding Crowley with his usual ease, and taking a few steps to the armoire. It was built around the same time as his bed, tall with shiny wooden doors and brass handles. A door pops open and reveals the full-length mirror inside. Aziraphale stands before it, focusing on Crowley's eyes in the mirror, a charmed smile on his face.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 02:34 am (UTC)We both know that isn't a thing for you around me, my dear. But I'll humor you.
[He stands up from the bed, holding Crowley with his usual ease, and taking a few steps to the armoire. It was built around the same time as his bed, tall with shiny wooden doors and brass handles. A door pops open and reveals the full-length mirror inside. Aziraphale stands before it, focusing on Crowley's eyes in the mirror, a charmed smile on his face.]
My, don't you look fetching?