Oh don't give him that look. That is a horrible look because it is a beautiful look, and it reminds him of so long ago when everything had seemed so bright and hopeful. When Crowley had seemed bright and hopeful, regardless of being demonic.

He didn't trust that well, however. It sounded so casual but he knew better. He had the mental fortitude not to fall for it. He was, after all, used to temptation from Crowley. He had resisted for six thousand years.

He rubbed his knee a little frowning at the words. He was setting himself up to resist and then-- that lean in... So close he could feel the heat of his breath and the way it danced over his skin... Aziraphale took an unconscious breath... and at the last word his feathers bristled all over.

"Oh, that is diabolical. You foul thing." Because he wanted to help! More than anything. Even as the insinuations danced like embers in between them. He wasn't even sure what Crowley was insinuating would work! But then he couldn't be sure it wouldn't either.

With a snort and a very hard look to say he knew just what the demon was doing, then cupped his jaw, leaned in and planted a very soft kiss on his mouth; closing his eyes. Even just tasting his breath was heavenly and the temptation licked over his skin like flames.

It was absolutely horrible.

Remembering to breathe again, he pulled away a bit.

"Did that help?"