"As if I had any reason to know something like that," says Aziraphale indignantly, now very much blushing, breath catching quite embarrassingly as Crowley drags himself tighter around him. It clearly is, though, and Aziraphale's flustered beyond compare to realize it, not to mention that he's apparently gone ahead and made the Effort already. Not for the first time, he thinks desperately maybe it's the dream? Something in the air? Bugger it, it's nostalgia for all he knows, been so long since Crowley was a snake and all. Been so long (you know, relatively) since they've seen each other, for that matter. Hasn't it? Confusing, inconvenient thoughts. He brushes them away.

"I don't appreciate your insinuation," he huffs, but his concentration breaks all too easily. "Hhn," he says, squirming just a little, and with an affectedly shy suggestiveness, "Don't stop?"