His chin captured, his lips embraced, for that one moment they were like the lovers one passed by on the lane in the park sharing a tender moment hidden beneath an umbrella. He was melting, he was fairly certain, from all that raw divinity coursing through a body that hadn't known it for eons. And yet he wanted more, to reach out and touch Azriaphale's face, to lace his fingers through that white hair, or even to draw the angel back for a second kiss once he moved away.

The effort to resist inflamed the senses. Feeling more like a man ready to breath fire than one ready to stand down, he managed to sit back on the bench and attempted to look cool...

"Yeeaahh."

Which he failed utterly at as he looked more like a deer who had just seen God in the headlights of an approaching car rather than a super slick demon.

"Couldn't be better, very motivating..."

He spoke quickly, each word nearly running over the one before it. He was geeking out. Realizing that he made an effort to settle his rapidly beating heart and turn this back around.

"You know I was expecting one of those divinely inspired angelic speeches. A little pep talk about inner strength or discovering who you really are."

He absolutely beamed, the happiest demon in the entire Kingdom.

"That was much better!"