Crowley has no doubt they'll figure this out, not when just that light kiss on his palm could undo him, just Aziraphale smiling at him like that. "Wherever you want," he manages, and it comes out a little croaky because his mouth's gone dry. He takes Aziraphale's hand, lets himself be pulled to his feet. "Though...can we put the wings away, for now? Happily to explore them as much as you want later, if you like, but..." He slinks an arm around Aziraphale's waist, kisses at the other ear, the one that hasn't received as much attention. "Bit in the way, for a bed."