"...With your wings," Crowley explains, wriggling out from underneath Aziraphael and turning to face him with a rather blank look. "Which we just had a conversation about. As in... literally, just now. Déja-vu; I do seem to remember; you'd like to reciprocate; I assure you you'll definitely have the chance? I know I'm scorchingly distracting and all that, but really, angel, you'd think you could hold a topic in your head for more than twenty seconds."