The expression on Aziraphale's face is one of faux innocence. Of course he knows, but it is especially delightful to hear Crowley say it. Even more so to see him so relaxed and happy. He returns each kiss with love and affection, basking in their shared afterglow.

"Me, too." He nuzzles back, giggling, tangling himself up more in Crowley's limbs. He could stay like this forever... although he does have to admit to himself that the stickiness between them has become a little off-putting. "Shall I clean us off?" he asks, raising a hand and readying his fingers for a snap.