"I have a bathtub, too," Aziraphale murmurs in sing-song. A clawfoot bathtub that surprisingly is not currently being used for book storage, as Aziraphale is just paranoid enough about residue moisture that he won't risk it. "But those are all wonderful suggestions."

He almost says to never mind, when he sees the surprise on Crowley's face, but he pushes away his own nerves and nods instead. "They're part of you, and they're so beautiful..." Crowley may never have literally held a wing over his head, but he's sheltered Aziraphale in his own way.

He kisses Crowley once more before untangling himself and sitting up, tugging gently on Crowley to join him. "There. That should give you enough room."