[It's rare for Aziraphale to show off his strength. Appearing soft is as much a desire to appear warm and comforting as it is his love of sweets and rich meals. But never misses an opportunity to carry Crowley in his arms -- with the demon's consent, of course. It makes Crowley so happy, and makes Aziraphale feel like he is protecting Crowley, much like their first meeting on Eden's wall when he extended a wing to shield the demon from the rain.

Looking in the mirror, Aziraphale has much the same thought, that their reflection is solid evidence of their togetherness. It's also a lovely image in and of itself: two beings very much in love, almost deliriously happy because of it. (Rather salacious, too, if one's gaze drops too far.)

Aziraphale blushes a little at the compliment and turns his head away from his reflection to kiss the real Crowley's forehead.]

Do you think we should have someone take our photograph sometime? I only have Leonardo's portrait of us. I'd like something to keep on my desk.