An Arrangement, yes, now that we're in sore need of a new one.

[Say it with the capital "A," dear. Aziraphale still has that dopey smile on his face, just as giddy about this ridiculous new arrangement thing. Aha, and speaking of desperate need... Of course the entire Crowley experience is overwhelming, breath hot and body warm and firm, and oh—]

Oh, [he breathes, stuck on the way his skin tingles where Crowley's teeth grazed against him. Yes. Words. Fascinating.]

I don't know how good you were with it before. [Stupidly, he says, before thinking about just how it sounds. He swallows, glancing sideways at Crowley, and curls his fingers against him.]

I should think... that I would like it if you did.