Inhaling sharply, as affected from watching Aziraphale caress himself as from the deliberate brush against his own erection, Crowley said, "Well, if you ever do feel like taking care of yourself and need ah... an audience, let me know. You could show me what you'd like me to do to you next time."

Running his hands over the angel's waist and thighs, he made Aziraphale's trousers vanish. "But you're only slightly tipsy? I'm disappointed. We went through a whole bottle. But tell me, angel," he said huskily, reaching for the chocolate sauce, "how do you think that wine pairs with chocolate?" Dipping his forefinger in the sauce, he slipped it between Aziraphale's lips.

"Play nice now, and we'll see if we can't upgrade your benefits package..."