"Angel--" Crowley's voice shakes, and she's all but clinging to Aziraphale, though she manages to pull her head back enough for them to look at each other. Her eyes are fully serpentine. "How can there be more than this?" Officially and permanently. Officially and permanently. "How can I ever--"

Whatever she was going to say gets choked off at the end. She shakes her head, laughing again, a little helplessly. "Can it wait until we're inside, at least?"