[Aziraphale was thinking more of the former, certainly. In this case, at least, he's grateful for the advancements in technology so that people could smile for the camera and not hold their poses for uncomfortably long periods of time. But he does not wrinkle his nose at the mention of a selfie. Quite the contrary, his eyes light up at the idea, a grin appearing on his face.]
Oh? Is the inventor of the selfie planning to give me lessons so that we can capture ourselves at the most flattering angle?
[His teasing tone belies a genuine interest in the idea. Wouldn't it be nice to be pressed close together like this, Crowley holding out his phone, something scenic like the Royal Botanic Gardens in the background? He's about to say as much, but holds his tongue while he takes in the soft, faraway look on the angel's face.]
Dear?
[He goes back to the bed, sitting down and resting Crowley in his lap. He slides an arm out from under the demon's knees so that he can gently brush the side of his face.]
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Oh? Is the inventor of the selfie planning to give me lessons so that we can capture ourselves at the most flattering angle?
[His teasing tone belies a genuine interest in the idea. Wouldn't it be nice to be pressed close together like this, Crowley holding out his phone, something scenic like the Royal Botanic Gardens in the background? He's about to say as much, but holds his tongue while he takes in the soft, faraway look on the angel's face.]
Dear?
[He goes back to the bed, sitting down and resting Crowley in his lap. He slides an arm out from under the demon's knees so that he can gently brush the side of his face.]
What's on your mind?