The angel blushed as he glimpsed Crowley's new outfit. Those trousers were very snug, weren't they.

Aziraphale walked into the late afternoon sunshine and felt the coolness of evening in the wind, grateful for the jacket. After they'd started off, zooming towards the city (more accurately the village) of Tadfield, Aziraphale began to fiddle with the music player. "Crowley," he asked, holding up a CD to squint at the label on it, "Who is Lou Bega?"