Funny things too, these bodies. There isn't always a heartbeat. There isn't always a breath. But there certainly are many times when they are so ingrained in these corporations, that everything functions as it apparently should. There's beauty in such things, small and sometimes curious as they might be.

Aziraphale shivers gently as his demon pulls away, then settling comfortable and relaxed, welcoming him back with that hand in his hair, and his faint angelic glow.

"I suppose they can wait." Said in a gentle, teasing tone, fingers scratching gently against the demon's scalp. His chest rises and lowers with every breath, now even and relaxed. "This'll have to do for a while... Can't have you go about in that state." With a clear soft smile to his words.