"Here." Soft and solid, warm and real, accessible to all senses. Touch, sight, taste, sound, smell, and those others they don't have names for in this language, the ones that expand beyond this world, these bodies, this time. "With me."

(He moves, he's always moving, he never stops, but now the twisting of scales is calm and slow instead of restless. Even for countless eyes it's impossible to tell how many coils he has. It doesn't matter, the numbers are meaningless)

He tilts his head to kiss Aziraphale's cheek, soft and deliberate, then repeats the gesture on his neck. "I love you like everything."