"Yeah?" Crowley's grin is pleased but also thoroughly wicked, and he squeezes his hands where they're still resting on Aziraphale's hips. "Hurry up then, so we can get back more pressing matters."

He raises his hips and tiwsts a little, so he can press against Aziraphale's thigh. Innuendo intended, of course. All the innuendos intended.