[ New and exciting certainly sums it up, though while Crowley is sure it will reach a point where it stops being 'new', he doubts that delighted thrill of holding Aziraphale close will ever go away.

There's a deviously gleeful wriggle from Crowley as he burrows his face into the crook of Aziraphale's neck, finding a small patch of skin that he may not have lavished with yet enough kisses. ]

All mine, mm? That is a very generous proposition, angel. Might want to be careful - I could make a whole meal of you.

[ As if that wasn't exactly what Crowley had done earlier. ]