Well, he did look remarkably good against the pillows, Aziraphale had to admit. There was something nice in the contrast of it, all that dark against the white and the red of his hair. He was half tempted to sit and lean down and run his fingers through it. but then the yawn made him smile again. Adorable.

"I promise the 21st Century won't be safe from you." He sits as asked, taking off his shoes even and wiggling his socked toes. "I still don't know how you can sleep at all, let alone an entire century." He considers this and adds. "On purpose, I mean."