"--right," Crowley croaks, trying to rein himself in a little, which is difficult when Aziraphale's been mouthing all over his chest and calling him beautiful. Not a word that would have affected him much from anyone else, but this is Aziraphale. "Right, should--we should talk about that." Because they should, this is important, and yeah he's eager but he can wait a few minutes. Aziraphale isn't going anywhere and Crowley will keep hands firmly on him to make sure of that.

So he rests his hands on the angel's waist, touches their foreheads together, catches his breath for a minute. "Right," he manages again. "Let's...let me get the run of things, here. You've never manifested anything at all, there? Either way?" Male or female parts, he means.