"Do it again," it escapes in a rush, all pent up adrenaline and relief at it all finally being over. It shouldn't have - you think he'd be better at keeping thoughts like that contained after all these years - but something about the high of victory and both of them together again turned him reckless. Mortifyingly its ferciosity catches them both off guard, a stone that falls heavy in the sudden shocked silence between them.

He starts babbling, all nervous hands and self conscious tittering with barely concealed horror at his own presumption. "Ah, yes well if you want to of course you're of course under no obligation and it's perfectly understandable if you didn't and it's terribly presumptuous-"

Crowley stepped forward and Aziraphale lost all of his words in a rush, anxiety spiking and wiping them from him completely. He's watching him behind those glasses, a series of emotions flashing across his face before landing on something like resolve. "Ask me again."

"I- what?" he asked, not daring to even breathe let alone make an assumption twice in a row.

Crowley let out the smallest sigh - the one he often did when he was caught between fondness and annoyance - and raised a hand to slide his glasses off his face, willingly exposing himself in a way that left Aziraphale breathless for an entirely different reason. "Ask me again."