"Nnngh," Crowley comments, and tucks himself in under Aziraphale's arm. "Don't really cover the dangerous parts in media, do they?"

The high-risk high-reward nature of kissing, that is, with all the painful head knocking. He slinks again after a moment, twisting so he can look at Aziraphale from where he's tucked under his arm. It's the sort of languid twist someone who is used to a more mobile shape might make, someone whose muscles are used to slithering on occasion. His brow is furrowing slightly in thought. Crowley's brain is often a riot of chaotic noise, but right now there's a lot of additional overhead processing going on. It's largely around Aziraphale, and kissing, and potential future kissing.

"But you do want to... try again, yeah?"

Just to be clear. That is the situation they're looking at, yes?