[ Crowley nods. He isn't sure about Aziraphale, but he definitely wants a reasonably clear head if they were going to be down to their underthings. No chance of forgetting a second time. ]

A bath sounds incredible right now. You think your tub'll fit the two of us?

[ And the thought of Aziraphale doing a bit of drama in all his angelic glory? Absolutely splendid. Crowley always thought the angel had a secret penchant for theatrics that he never really got a chance to let loose.

He grins, bumping up against Aziraphale's shoulder. ]

And my pants are all yours. Could always sign the front too. So no one has any misconceptions about exactly who I belong to.