[ Crowley snickers to himself. ]

You reckon Gabriel even knows how to read? Or does he just have one of his cronies do it for him?

[ Crowley falls back into their pile of pillows with a laugh and all the resistance of a feather in a hurricane. He grins, wide and cocky as his back arches in a sensuous, luxurious stretch to entice Aziraphale to him. ]

Well then, to the victor goes the spoils. Where oh where shall I kiss you, love?