[Aziraphale makes a rather incoherent noise as those fingers go to work on his scalp--in any form, a good rub behind the ears seems to hit some internal control switch marked "Pile of Goo Mode: On", and this is no exception.]
Thought-- [His voice is heavy with the relaxed pleasure in the sensation.] Angels aren't--supposed to play dirty... [And he trails off into a half-voiced sound familiar to anyone who's ever had a happy cat on their lap.]
All I remember from that is the Mad Madam Mim wizard duel. Which, HEE.
Thought-- [His voice is heavy with the relaxed pleasure in the sensation.] Angels aren't--supposed to play dirty... [And he trails off into a half-voiced sound familiar to anyone who's ever had a happy cat on their lap.]