"Thanks for the save." It was quite unnecessary, but Crowley liked to do unnecessary thing when he felt that they were needed. Or at least when they could throw that little kernel of temptation the right way. So he reached for Aziraphale's hand and took a step closer, led his hand up to his lips and placed a kiss to his knuckles, eyes behind the sunglasses focused on Aziraphale's holding his gaze. "I owe you."

With that he released his hand again and Hartley let go of a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. All right, this was better than some of those fics he had read under his bedsheets before. "Damn." He felt as if he was about to swoon and he'd just been watching. "He is having a tough life. Hard. Very hard."

Those pants really were sinfully tight.