Aziraphale smiled tentatively back, entirely unsure of what he'd just gotten himself into. (Not that it could be anything bad, really. He trusted Crowley not to- well. They'd have fun, wouldn't they?)

He searched for words again. The word 'porn' had momentarily derailed his train of thought, which wasn't entirely solid on its rails to begin with. It was understandable, maybe, since he could count on one hand the times he'd heard that word said in his presence, and every single time with Crowley. (Damn him - or would that be a redundant statement?)

It took perhaps a moment for the angel to organize himself adequately, to yank himself out of his thoughts. "Chocolate sauce?" the angel came up with, and bit his lip. "Er, I mean, if it was possible... With the cheesecake. I wouldn't be too adverse."