[Crowley's eyelids flutter shut for a moment. He has a serious weakness for his hair being tugged and stroked and played with, as Aziraphale well knows. It's one reason why he keeps it a bit long.]

Ngh...I'd purr, but that's your area of expertise...

[His fingers return to the buttons on Aziraphale's shirt, much more hasty and fumbling than they were a few minutes ago.]

Help me get these all damned things off, won't you. Every minute we're not naked and in that bathtub is wasted minute.