[ Crowley has his juvenile giggle at Aziraphale's indignation over the crude gesture, before the demon is once again blown away. Crowley is the last person on the planet with any expectations of chastity, finding it to be one of the stupider virtues as more often than not, how much casual sex people have has little bearing on their moral character.

But he also feels oddly touched that Aziraphale had come to a very similar conclusion as Crowley had (though it had taken Crowley more time and experimenting); none but the other would do.

He gathers Aziraphale close, nuzzling and kissing those lovely rosy cheeks, unable to wipe the giddy smile off his face. And traitorous thing that it is, his mind has to wander to what Aziraphale touching himself would be like. He shakes the thought away, and instead looks to offer Aziraphale some reassurance. ]

I dunno - food was a safe enough indulgence. You always kept clear of anything that might put either of us in real danger. ...Crepes not withstanding.

[ Crowley offers a lopsided grin, and presses a kiss to the corner of Aziraphale's lips. ]

So there's this whole side to your corporation that you've never really explored...?

[ Crowley's tone lacks its usual teasing - he can't poke fun at Aziraphale - not for this. But there is that curiosity and a spark of mischief and excitement in his eyes because oh, this sounds like a wonderful journey to go on. ]