Crowley knows the euphemism well (and the bit about the eggplant and the teardrops, but that's only because he helped create emojis. It's not his fault what people decided a peach was, though), and he raises an eyebrow at Aziraphale's expression. Since he'd lost his trousers the night before, he is practically at the angel's mercy, now, while Aziraphale only has half his shirt unbuttoned and his jacket still on. He leans back, and moves this time to pull down Aziraphale's jacket.

"I'll follow thee," he says. "And make a heaven of hell. To die upon the hand I love so well."