It would suit them just fine, maybe, if the way they were sitting didn't feel like an allegory of some kind of reverence that feels entirely misplaced. Something more intimate than other things they could and things they have shared, but a step too far in some which way.

He does meet Crowley's eye for just a moment, unsure and nervous but not displeased, before his gaze turns elsewhere as if to avoid spilling out too many secrets.

"Oh. Well. Either way would be fine." He could let go of the book. He could properly hold the angel's hand. "But-- daydreams?"