[Aziraphale can feel that cozy smugness as sure as the flashes of love he picks up every so often with his angelic powers. He humphs and draws Crowley in a bit closer, one hand placed possessively on his rear to curtail the writhing.]

There's also the good you've done over the years. Most definitely unsanctioned.

[Aziraphale at least had some wiggle room on helping out humans on his own initiative. Crowley wasn't even allowed that (for obvious reasons) and yet somehow made things better, or at least not any worse.

Crowley's light touch on his tummy makes him giggle, along with the notion of turning incorrect facts into a game.]

We'll need a scorecard for each city. Bonus points if the tour guide is a native and ought to know better.