However successfully he might have been playing the cool seducer, Crowley's pretty sure that's gone and scuppered it. He clears his throat. 'Heh, sorry about that.'
Still, he recognises the look on Aziraphale's face as a promising one indeed, and he gives him another (tiny, so tiny) squeeze before throwing one thick coil over his head and letting the rest of his tail draw itself around Aziraphale until he's free to move again. Crowley's tail is left to run the length of the little boat, its full length somewhere around nine feet, the tip of it draped over the prow and twitching faintly with anticipation.
He scoots the upper half of himself back against the stern of the little boat, more or less approximating a sitting position, and waves a hand to banish the picnic basket. All for Aziraphale's ease, of course.
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Still, he recognises the look on Aziraphale's face as a promising one indeed, and he gives him another (tiny, so tiny) squeeze before throwing one thick coil over his head and letting the rest of his tail draw itself around Aziraphale until he's free to move again. Crowley's tail is left to run the length of the little boat, its full length somewhere around nine feet, the tip of it draped over the prow and twitching faintly with anticipation.
He scoots the upper half of himself back against the stern of the little boat, more or less approximating a sitting position, and waves a hand to banish the picnic basket. All for Aziraphale's ease, of course.
'What'd you have in mind?'