Better than anything certainly sums up Crowley's opinion of these proceedings, and the best way he can show it is with another kiss, just as enthusiastic but slower. He nips at Aziraphale's mouth, teasing it open again, slipping his tongue in to explore. His hands slide up Aziraphale's back, then down again, coming to rest on his hips.

And then another kiss, and another, until he's dizzy with them, much more intoxicated than he was by the sake, and somewhere in the middle he manages to say, very quietly, "Love you too. Hadn't said yet."