Crowley spends the walk outside trying to interpret mixed signals. That expression and voice suggest certain thoughts going through her angel's mind (or other places), but going outside...doesn't.
Not that she'll refuse to follow his lead regardless. He has the reins tonight, mostly--Crowley is still smug about the cloakroom diversion--and besides, why not?
It is cold. But quiet, despite other theatregoers having a smoke or getting some air. And Crowley is of course more than happy for Aziraphale to put his hands on her hips and pull her in.
It's not quite an embrace. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, his breath teases at her face as he speaks. Crowley manages not to blush. "Oh?" she says, carefully casual, trying to hide how her heart skips. This is playing dirty, and Aziraphale knows it. "I take it we're not discussing hot toddies and nightcaps here?"
It's exactly what I wanted!! Have an affectionate snake who will likely swoon. ;)
Not that she'll refuse to follow his lead regardless. He has the reins tonight, mostly--Crowley is still smug about the cloakroom diversion--and besides, why not?
It is cold. But quiet, despite other theatregoers having a smoke or getting some air. And Crowley is of course more than happy for Aziraphale to put his hands on her hips and pull her in.
It's not quite an embrace. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, his breath teases at her face as he speaks. Crowley manages not to blush. "Oh?" she says, carefully casual, trying to hide how her heart skips. This is playing dirty, and Aziraphale knows it. "I take it we're not discussing hot toddies and nightcaps here?"