[Aziraphale only knows vaguely what Crowley is referring to with this 'twitter war' business. Something to do with people arguing with one another on the internet. which he's more than happy to leave to Crowley. He bumps back and chuckles in amusement.]

I may not need to thwart your wiles any longer, but old habits die hard, my dear.

[His amusement continues when Crowley treats him like a pillow that he needs to more effectively cuddle up against. He readjusts his arms around the demon in turn, maximizing their comfort.]

Duly noted. If you come across any endearing animal photos in the midst of one of your twitter wars, please send them my way. You know I like those.

[It's about all the internet is good for, is the conclusion he's come to.]