[It's a good thing Crowley hides his face, because Aziraphale can smile at him soppily with impunity. Crowley really is just too much when he goes all soft, it warms the angel all over, from the inside out.]

I agree. I'm not inclined to share all this silken-spun fire with anyone else.

[He finishes up the brushing, then plants a few kisses on Crowley's bare shoulders, unable to resist all that exposed skin.]

There, all done. How much coconut oil do I use? Do I massage it in, or...?