"Crowley," he says, low and unsteady. It sounds no more urgent than Crowley had himself when their positions had been reversed.

On the other hand, Aziraphael doesn't have as much reason for urgency that Crowley did, but his breath is already coming more quickly, and his pulse is already racing. Being unintentionally rejected twice in a row must have had a stronger effect on him than he'd anticipated.

There's a slight flutter in his stomach at the feel of Crowley's mouth; he's half-convinced that the demon can feel it.