He is adorable. Completely and utterly. Aziraphale can't help but smile and reaches up to stroke his fingers through the hair at his temple, glancing over the curling snake before stroking the back of his ear with gentle fingertips. Honey indeed. He couldn't help but be flattered by it.

He supposed he should leave it there. No, he knew he should. But the problem with the feeling that no one was watching was that he was starting to care less and less. And what was a little further anyway? He shifted just a bit closer, cradling the back of his neck.

"That wasn't honey, my dear." He leaned in just a little further. "That was ambrosia." And kissed him very lightly, lingering there to taste his breath.