[It was a good memory for Aziraphale, too, despite the initial embarrassment of getting caught up in the middle of a Revolution. Crowley had looked especially rakish, lounging as he had against the stonework. And the crêpes had been delicious -- perhaps not worth losing one's head, but very nearly. Made even better, of course, by the company of his dining companion.

Aziraphale makes a soft, satisfied sound, his hand slipping into Crowley's and interlacing their fingers.]

It really wouldn't matter to me if you had all the experience in the world, or none at all, darling. It's new for us to be together like this, and I think that makes it rather exciting, don't you?

[He giggles at the flick of Crowley's tongue, finding it a sweet gesture, despite the innuendo behind it.]

The same goes for you, naturally. I'm all yours.