Taking but a few seconds to breathe, he carefully turns himself around, leaning back on his elbows, just in time to watch the demon being wicked and wily. It makes Aziraphale stare for a lingering moment moment, face already warm, but the coy smile that places itself on his face, more of a smirk, on his face is betrayed by the look in his eyes, warm and loving and knowing, and surely more than inviting.

"Oh, you serpent." Veritably lounging in front of Crowley, waiting. Gently teasing. " Do come here..."