[ Crowley's brow is rising higher and higher until it's almost certain to reach his hairline. Finally, Aziraphale has his face buried in his neck as their first dinner-date takes on a whole new context. ]

You sure it wasn't a seduction play? The way you sipped on those mollusks -

[ He lets loose a wolf whistle, grinning. ]

- let you have mine 'coz I was sitting on my hands the whole time.

[ And because Crowley learned that day that oysters really weren't for him. ]