The arm around his waist is a bit new, Crowley has to admit. He glances at Aziraphale for a moment as they stand inside the shop.

"Angel..." He trails off, a question on his face that he can't find the words for. "More wine?" he finally suggests, trying to push all the other things away. They've already had a few. Maybe that's what has Aziraphale being so affectionate.