This was dizzying. Azriaphale agreeing with him, giving him hope that there might just be enough wickedness in the angel to allow this. The worst part was that Crowley totally believed him. Everything the angel said about starting over here and having the right idea for once wasn't questioned for more than length of beats between the angel's swift heart. Logic could eventually win even an angel over, there was nothing to say it couldn't, and he could get tired of doing the right thing. Why not? Sometimes he grew tired of doing the wrong thing!

Happily oblivious to the very thin line Azriaphale tread between truth and lie oftentimes called the 'sin of omission' Crowley allowed himself to relax. Dropping some of the guarded nature the wine hadn't already done away with to close his eyes and allow Azriaphale to comfort away his concerns.

"I thought I would have to work on you longer before you would agree."

Really this was the only brief suspicion he held.

"Glad I was wrong."

His hand slid just slightly under the lapel of Azriaphale's jacket, but no further as this seemed a rare moment even to a demon. One to be savored and not ruined with a sudden rush of feeling. Cuddling, humans called it. He couldn't say he had ever had a good cuddle before. He rather liked it.

"Annnd... we don't have to stay here forever. We could move, find some place by the lagoon or..." Were there other places in the park? "Some where inland." Had to be. "You'll see, it'll work out."