musebox for Ashfae's minions

[Crowley snorts. It's an expressive snort, one puff of air to state of course you don't cheat, and I'm Empress Elizabeth of Austria.]

You're still standing, you--oh, move over.

[Crowley steps into the bathtub behind Aziraphale, sits down and spreads his knees apart, gesturing vaguely between them.]

Get down here. And try to resist all the lewd places your mind just went, even if it's only for ten minutes.