Mmmnope, I don't have to, actually. I've a secret weapon.
[The secret weapon is that he leans in again, tucks himself under Aziraphale's chin and shifts, leaving a serpent draped across the angel's lap and resting against his chest. Crowley nudges at his throat, a little flick of tongue against his skin as though he needs to confirm it's him.
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[The secret weapon is that he leans in again, tucks himself under Aziraphale's chin and shifts, leaving a serpent draped across the angel's lap and resting against his chest. Crowley nudges at his throat, a little flick of tongue against his skin as though he needs to confirm it's him.
Now he's immune to being embarrassed. Somehow.]