"Hm. I don't know yet. It's too early to judge." Crowley spread his legs and leaned forward, his hands on his knees, his eyes - behind the sunglasses - on Aziraphale. His eyebrows were raised and, yes, of course that movement made the shirt gape open just a little. Perhaps a little much, as part of the snake tattoo that went up his arm and wrapped all the way to his chest was no definitely visible, with more of his chest exposed.

"What about my shirt. And pants. And eyes?" Well, he had to know.