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[goodtobebad]

Yes, I do.

[ Crowley hums, tracing a line down Aziraphale’s neck. ]

Have you seen how humans react when they see my eyes?

[goodoldfashioned]

[He huffs, peeved on Crowley's behalf.] They shouldn't be such blighters about them. They're so lovely.

[goodtobebad]

They are not! They’re demonic. Infernal. Bestial.

[ Crowley laughs. Silly angel. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[Aziraphale pouts. Silly demon.]

Hardly! They're clever. Bright. A really splendid golden color.

[goodtobebad]

You’re biased, angel.

[ He’s going to nibble at those pouting lips. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Completely impartial.

[He does so like the things Crowley can do with his tongue. Teeth, too.]

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley snorts rather unbecomingly. ]

Don't even try to play at being the innocent. ...What are we arguing about again?

[ In the five or so seconds that he's distracted himself with the angel's lips, he's forgotten the entire point of this conversation. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[He peers around the room, before shrugging his shoulders into the couch.]

I haven't the faintest idea. Paris, I think?

[Maybe. He went a little hazy for a few minutes (???) there.]

[goodtobebad]

Oooh, Paris, that's right.

[ Crowley grins and kisses him again. ]

We can make love in the City of Love. Eh?

[goodoldfashioned]

[He laughs, slightly smothered by the kissing in progress.]

I somehow doubt we'd be the first.

[goodtobebad]

Probably the first angel and demon to do it, though!

[ It’s not a competition, but they’ve won that one. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Perhaps there's some sort of prize for that, do you think?

[He can think of a pretty good one from where he's sitting.]

[goodtobebad]

Not sure I can think of anything better than, well... you.

[ He's an honest demon, at least. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[Hearteyes emoji, they go here.]

Then I'm afraid you'll always have me, Crowley. Even in Paris.

[goodtobebad]

Well... good. In case you haven't noticed, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

[ The drunker he gets, the more honest. Woops. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

I believe I can safely say the same, dearest.

[You know he's serious and/or tipsy because the petnames are coming out.]

[goodtobebad]

[ And Crowley's so far gone he's not even pretending to mind it. Just nuzzling at the angel's neck. ]

What, better than... than... Mozart's arias?

[goodoldfashioned]

Much better. Mozart's arias don't share my wine with me.

[He's started playing with Crowley's hair, idle and soft.]

[goodtobebad]

Yeah, but... lotsa humans would share your wine with you...

[ Aziraphale is quite the catch, after all. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Some of them were rather kind. But none of them were you.

[He'll kiss him again, as a kind of confirmation.]

[goodtobebad]

Can't blame them, for - [ Oh, yes, kissing. Kissing is good. ] - for wanting you. I wanted you, too...

[goodoldfashioned]

I've got some standards. And, clearly, you've-- well, you've surpassed just about all of them.

[goodtobebad]

I do? [ Crowley has, quite frankly, never surpassed anyone’s standards for anything. He’s a cosmic failure, really. ]

[goodoldfashioned]

Indubitably. Not everyone I know is quite so.... quite so.

[Thinking while kissing is hard, okay.]

[goodtobebad]

I dunno what you're talking about, but I'll take it.

[ He will absolutely take whatever the angel is willing to give. ]