He's caught between reactions; one reflex says down, tries to push onto Aziraphael's smooth, clever hand beneath his wing. But the angel's voice, vibrating so tantalisingly close to the top of the join, feels so - so, that Crowley nearly whines when he stops.

(It's no great loss that he doesn't; it wouldn't have been much of a whine anyway. Again, and of a sudden, Crowley's breath is all stuck in his throat.)