"I meant that the other day, you know." Weirdly, it was that that broke through it again. Through his trolling, his teasing. Crowley became a little more real, a tad more serious, sitting back again and indicating his eyes behind the glasses. "No one's ever said anything like that about my eyes."

The tight pants, he had heard a lot about that before. "Cheers for that." He cleared his throat, feeling just a tad awkward now himself. "You really need to come out some time."

Wait. Ah, whatever. "I mean, come to a club. Bar. Pub. Whatever tickles your fancy. You'll get better at the seduction once you realise." He indicated Aziraphale's entire being. "Gay catnip, you."