[Aziraphale makes a disgruntled sound of protest and hides his face more thoroughly in Crowley's neck.]
That's how they're supposed to be eaten...
[That admission, though, that Crowley wanted him and only him following that night in Rome, is still rolling around in his mind. He peeks up at Crowley, his eyes bright and a small smile playing about his lips.]
You're not sitting on your hands now, are you darling?
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That's how they're supposed to be eaten...
[That admission, though, that Crowley wanted him and only him following that night in Rome, is still rolling around in his mind. He peeks up at Crowley, his eyes bright and a small smile playing about his lips.]
You're not sitting on your hands now, are you darling?