He doesn't even pretend to not want sweet words. He got over that ages ago, after they moved here, but even if he hadn't he'd crave them now. Sweet words and promises to hold up against the empty dark, to build a wall out of, held together with glowing feathers. The void where God's love once was, now filled with Aziraphale.

He shudders a little, runs his hand obediently over Aziraphale's hip and down his thigh. "Show me?"