Angel, when have I ever dragged you into something dangerous?

[ Crowley asks with feigned innocence. ]

I mean, aside from the Arrangement. ...And thwarting the Apocalypse. Those can hardly count.

[ The demon has settled comfortably back in his spot snuggled up to Aziraphale's side, limbs draped every which way over him and his lips occasionally pressing idle kisses to whatever skin crosses their path. It's such a marvel to him to just be able to show affection to Aziraphale, utterly casual as they joke around in bed. ]

But no, nothing dangerous than some very decadent desserts planned and I'm fairly certain Death by Chocolate is pure hyperbole.