"Can't wait to hear them. Not that I've read it." Crowley was amused, but he'd taken Aziraphale's hand anyway, because he hadn't even thought about it. So very formal. Which was maybe why he couldn't help the cheeky grin, bending down and lifting his hand up, so he could kiss his hand. Ever so formally.

He straightened up, in one sense of the word, and tipped his non-existent hat. "See you tomorrow. I'll escort you again."