He isn't ready for an expression like that. Suddenly tea is the last thing in the 'verse on Aziraphael's mind.
"Some," he admits, the word nearly lost behind the sudden need to swallow. Then, "Though not enough to have gotten used to this sort of heat, I'm afraid."
It's enough of a pretext to step closer again to Crowley -- closer again to the fire. He lifts one hand slowly from his side, and with a patting motion, banks the flames a little.
When he lowers it, it comes to rest on Crowley's arm, instead.
"You'll let me know if you're uncomfortable, I hope?"
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Date: 2009-08-09 09:06 pm (UTC)"Some," he admits, the word nearly lost behind the sudden need to swallow. Then, "Though not enough to have gotten used to this sort of heat, I'm afraid."
It's enough of a pretext to step closer again to Crowley -- closer again to the fire. He lifts one hand slowly from his side, and with a patting motion, banks the flames a little.
When he lowers it, it comes to rest on Crowley's arm, instead.
"You'll let me know if you're uncomfortable, I hope?"