Aziraphale was stunned for a long time and then he woke himself up and panic shot through him. Oh God, he just let a hot boy kiss his hand. Aziraphale tried to find words but nothing came to him and oh God, the lips, the eyes, the -- oh no, he felt faint. He braced himself and took a deep breathe. "You're welcome." His voice sounded very awkwardly high pitched. Oh dear. "I'm going to -- go."

And with that, he turned around and walked back, clearly stunned.

Bill let a wolf whistle and gave Aziraphale a thumbs up that he tried desperately to ignore. "Good on you, mate!"