"Yeah?" Crowley had meant for that to come out in a very no nonsense, confrontational and full of attitude voice, as if he could not care less what Aziraphale thought of his looks. Instead his voice had gone a bit weak towards the end, a bit uncertain, and he had to swallow, clear his throat, before he could talk again. Damn. The first wave of righteous anger gone, he suddenly felt a lot less sure of all this.

He didn't want to be rejected again. Why was he setting himself up like this? "You look gorgeous. Like always. Beautiful."

He reached up to take his glasses off, partially to seem more sincere and mostly because the light was really dim in here. Typical witch, those curtains were thick and the only light came from some fake candles. "I've missed you, angel."

He took a step closer towards him, looking at him with anticipation. Maybe Aziraphale would just admit that he'd missed him to.