Aziraphale lets his fingers lock over the demon's back, comfortably blanketed by his lover's body. Such closeness was always welcomed, comparatively short has it has been since they first actually began to indulge in such a thing, but, in this instant, it just feels right.

He opens his eyes to peek down at the demon. "I don't believe so. I've never met anyone who went on to make such a thing. That I know of." He looks up at their darkened ceiling again, thumb brushing over the back of Crowley's shoulders. "Besides, no one's ever...seen me like this."