Ignoring the comment the god had tossed his way, Crowley watched the angel's wings bend and stretch. They always were the truest indicators of his feelings and Aziraphale probably never realized how much he gave away with them. He raised his eyebrows, surprised.

"What, precisely, is the matter with me? Hey, all I said was your name and that I didn't know you were friends with Gainsborough over there. Am I not allowed some curiosity when I see you being groped by a naked kid? Especially since you're suddenly showing more skin in public than you have for centuries? Why are you being so damn defensive?"

Crowley was hurt by Aziraphale's icy tone. Was the angel trying to accuse him of something so that he'd overlook his actions? The demon refused to feel guilty, however. He'd done nothing more than dance and speak politely to his lover. He thought he was being quite calm, all things considered, but now he was starting to wonder just what Aziraphale was trying to hide.