[ Crowley ducks his head, hiding his own flushed face in the warm, soft crook of Aziraphale's neck. It's starting to become one of his favourite spots, it seems. ]

Mm, vacations together, maybe? Bit of sightseeing, take in a bit of the local cuisine. Maybe visit a beach or two. ...Couple of galleries.

[ Crowley gives a languid stretch, something in his back going pop that has him breathing a pleased sigh of relief. ]

We could do anything, really. World's our oyster now, innit?