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[worshipsbooks]

[Aziraphale's mouth seems to be stuck permanently open. As much due to Crowley's accusation that anyone should have -- with him??? -- as due to Crowley's behavior over the matter itself.]

Well, I shouldn't think -- surely he wasn't...

[He trails off for a moment, flapping at Crowley incredulously. How could he be so angry for something that Aziraphale wasn't even aware had happened?]

My dear. [Aziraphale tries again.] He only -- he had only given me a compliment, nothing more.

[goodtobebad]

Aziraphale. Angel.

[ Crowley pulls off his sunglasses to stare rather bluntly at said angel for a moment. ]

I'm a demon. You think I can't tell when a human is harboring lustful thoughts? That wasn't just a compliment. He wanted your phone number, so he could take you out to dinner and then take you home and ravish you senseless.

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[As Crowley's sunglasses come off, Aziraphale feels rather inexplicably as though he is the one bared before him instead.]

I... [He hesitates, not knowing quite what to say to that.] He didn't... Did he? I mean.

[He moves to wring his hands together in front of himself, a nervous gesture if ever he had one.]

He certainly never asked, and I. I can assure you that I never gave it to him, if that is what has you in such a state...!

[To ravish him... Him? Surely not.]

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[ Crowley has to admit that the angel has a point there. He didn't receive the phone number or make any assignations with the hapless human.

Still, he can't help but harumph one more time for good measure. ]

Well it seemed like you were enjoying the attention.