When Aziraphale finished with his explorations, Crowley felt a strong impulse to continue on into other places where clothing would be a hindrance, but the thought suddenly terrified him and he broke their kiss. Breathing heavily, he rolled onto his stomach with his forehead pressed against the bed and took a few moments to compose himself before his muffled voice emanated from the depths of the duvet.

"I, uh, that was quite... quite. I think that I, that is my lip, is feeling better now," he said with a slight groan.