"No, I'm sure there aren't."

He couldn't help but notice the drowsiness in Crowley's voice, or the way he returned his wing to be massaged; which Aziraphale did with gentle diligence. He is half tempted to join him but that would require shifting and getting his coat off and settling down, and he would rather Crowley sleep than disturb him. It was such a peaceful, gentle moment that he could hardly do anything else.