[It takes a while for Aziraphale to come down from his orgasmic high, aided along by Crowley's tongue and light stroking. He doesn't even look at Crowley until the demon has crawled back up to join him at the head of the bed, turning his head and blinking at him with hazy, pupil-blown eyes.]

So did you, darling...

[He tries for a droll smile, but he's too blissed out to manage much more than a soppy grin. He squints at the little lick Crowley gives his fingers and giggles.]

Thought the whole point was to clean up what'd you missed the last go-round...

[With a tired wave of his hand, he cleans the spend off his stomach and the pool of saliva collecting by his very satisfied rear. Then he reaches over to draw Crowley closer, whether next to him or on him, he isn't fussy where the demon lies, so long as they're touching.]

That was remarkable, Crowley. Thank you.