[Aziraphale gives Crowley a droll look, head tilted just so. If his bathtub wouldn't have fit the two of them before, it certainly does now.] Oh, I believe that it does. Although I might need to give it a bit of a sprucing up first.

[Performing stage magic had been Aziraphale's only outlet for such theatrics. He never got good at the sleight of hand part, but the spectacle? That he had down to a science.

Ducking his gaze, he smiles shyly and nudges Crowley back, simultaneously amused by the conversation and flustered over where it will eventually lead.]

I'll sign wherever you like, dear.