"Under piles of books?" A huff of a laugh, hot air on Aziraphale's earlobe, a brush of lips on the same place. Crowley's never spent much time thinking about ears but he'll explore this one for hours, given a chance, especially if he keeps getting these reactions.

But Aziraphale leans up and Crowley leans back so they can get a look at each other, and even as Aziraphale speaks Crowley reaches up a hand and brushes fingers over those eyebrows, trying to soothe them back into place. "Don't look so worried, angel. You've read more books than anyone else on the planet, and I know how salacious some of the classics are, you know more than you think. Probably more than I do." Yes, he just admitted he hasn't done this either. No, he absolutely does not give a blessing. "We'll just...figure it out, yeah? As we go. Both of us."