When the shaking stopped, Crowley pulled roughly away from the angel's grasp, eyes wide behind his sunglasses. He took two big steps backward and thought about the off-the-cuff conversation he'd had with the healer a couple of days before.

"Raphael? He asked me why I spent so much time with Aziraphale. I told him it was so I could protect him and not, as all you bloody angels think, because I want to have sex with him. Then he asked how and why two male-shaped immortal beings could or would want to have sex and I told him. He didn't seem to take it well... I think he was more shocked to learn that all of you make efforts to get the anatomy right then what you can do with it afterwards. Why do you ask?"