[ Crowley rather likes the salacious bits, and not just because he's a demon. He's always found Aziraphale attractive (though he's sure for both of them love has smoothed some of the less attractive creases). He sees no shame in how they express their feelings, even if he'd wish his over-eager loins would give it a bit of a rest so they could at least make it through an evening out without his trousers getting too tight.

Crowley is still admiring how well they seem to fit together, when Aziraphale's words sink in.

Photos. Did people still sit for photos? ...Probably for weddings and other such occasions. ]

We could. Get all that professional lighting and everything, dress up real fancy. But I also think you're really going to love the idea of the selfie.

[ Crowley can imagine it quite clearly. Once Aziraphale got comfortable with twenty-first century technology, there would be albums, digital and physical, full of photographs. Photos of them together on vacation. Photos of Aziraphale laughing as he dries the dishes. Several blurry shots of Crowley doing something ridiculous. A mountain of artistic shots of meals at whatever little hole in the wall they favoured that month.

A life together. ]