"Hah," Aziraphale remarks, tickled by this little game, and tickled by Crowley loosening his bowtie. He draws his hand back up Crowley's front, taking a scenic route, and starts on the top button of his shirt. Can't go too fast, can we.

"The course of love never did run smooth." Though Crowley's last one was quite clever, Aziraphale doesn't think he'll be able to find another one as fitting. Still. "But... for where thou art, there is the world itself."

Ah, yes, he'd almost forgotten about the second half of this line.

"And where though art not, desolation."