Aziraphale makes a soft sound of surprise as they veer off-course, but otherwise doesn't protest, letting Crowley lead them towards Soho Square. Why the change? It's a nice enough park, even at night, a small oasis of greenery in an urban landscape, but Crowley had seemed eager to go to the bookshop before. Had he changed his mind about the kiss?

Oh... oh, no, he hadn't. He intends to do it here. Aziraphale's lashes flutter at the feeling of Crowley's thumb brushing over his lips, his breath catching in his throat. This isn't the back of his bookshop or a discreet gentleman's club or a hidden rendezvous spot. Even with the diversion of attention, they're out in the open, exposed to God and humanity and everything in between.

He can't think of a better place.

"Yes." He brings his face, his whole body closer, until the space between them is negligible. "Yes, please."