[Aziraphale sits up and stretches a bit, shaking out his arms - very much not the sensual something or other someone should do in bed, but of course he's like this.]
Manners, Crowley, for— for somebody's sake. You could have been more delicate.
[Or said nothing at all! Also an option! But never mind, he will get his apology later. For now he looks at Crowley and then crooks a finger at him, also not sensual.]
Now, do come here.
[His lap, specifically. And his cheeks are burning yet again, so don't foolishly think he knows what he's doing just yet.]
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Manners, Crowley, for— for somebody's sake. You could have been more delicate.
[Or said nothing at all! Also an option! But never mind, he will get his apology later. For now he looks at Crowley and then crooks a finger at him, also not sensual.]
Now, do come here.
[His lap, specifically. And his cheeks are burning yet again, so don't foolishly think he knows what he's doing just yet.]