If Aziraphale asks nicely Crowley might be persuaded to slow down a little, enjoy the view, or at least the company. It's in the realm of possibility. A lot of unlikely things suddenly are.

"Yeah?" Crowley actually beams. It's not a word he'd admit to, but it best describes the way he looks. A demonic beaming, of course. "When do you want to start? 'm ready anytime you are."