"Of course not, Crowley. And no one would even ask, I don't know why you think they would." He seems a bit distracted as he continues brushing through Crowley's hair, and he thinks he's possibly gotten it all. Of course, now Crowley's going to look like he's had someone go around mussing up his hair, though from here it looks fine.

"--Wait," he says, context catching up. "You don't? At all?" He looks a bit put-out by this, not that Aziraphale has snuggled or cuddled or honestly even remotely physically touched anyone except for Crowley for the last several hundred years, at least.