Crowley looked at Aziraphale, confused at first. That quickly gave way to confusion and then a certain satisfaction. He had been trying to figure out whether Aziraphale was into him at all, but - in all fairness - the closet thing had thrown him off. If he had read Aziraphale so wrong to misjudge how open he was about his obvious gayness, how could he trust anything else?

But this, well. This wasn't really subtle. "Don't know about plants," he said slowly, leaning back and adjusting himself a little. Now he could just watch Aziraphale's eyes. See where they went. Damn, he was adorable when he was blushing. "I'd rather do some nude modelling, but I'm not sure how they'd feel about the tattoos."

All right, he wasn't going for subtle either.