It's becoming a little uncomfortable, now that Aziraphael isn't so distracted that he doesn't feel it. Crowley's looking back out in front of himself, now, and doesn't seem inclined to turn his head.
"My dear, would you mind--" Aziraphael asks, gesturing toward Crowley's arm while still twining hair through his fingers with the other hand.
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Date: 2009-08-18 05:56 am (UTC)"My dear, would you mind--" Aziraphael asks, gesturing toward Crowley's arm while still twining hair through his fingers with the other hand.