[Crowley hums a soft sound, head tipped to the side to grant him access. It might be morbid, but it's the best end they can hope for, a sort of quiet coming together as everything ends. They can't have a true eternity together, not the way they could in Heaven or Hell, but maybe that's better. They can appreciate their time together more.]

No wonder you like all that Byronic nonsense, you sound like you're one of them.

[He's a little breathless as he says it, half from the words, half from the touches. His grip tightens on Aziraphale's shoulders, fingers pressing in.]

I've flair in everything I do, thank you. Not only the miracles.

[Every wave of love draws a soft gasp as he squirms a little in his lap.]

Careful, angel, you're gonna give me a bloody Pavlovian reaction to that feeling.