Crowley's heart is quite safe, as Aziraphale intends to love him openly and unconditionally. Crowley can't possibly take more than the angel can provide, and he returns all kisses with sweet, savoring devotion.

The scandalous suggestion has him giggling into Crowley's mouth and shamelessly wiggling beneath his hand. "Oh, my," he murmurs, one hand sliding along his back while the other brushes tenderly at the short hairs along the nape of his neck. "Are we going to have trouble keeping our hands to ourselves? Then it will have to be somewhere private, or at least with enough greenery between ourselves and everyone else."