"Oh, I'm going to have several ways, I think." Or die trying to fumble his way through them. Crowley keeps his arm around his angel to walk in step, just as unwilling as Aziraphale is to give up that nearness, the warmth of his partner beside him.

"Mm, in fact. It's a school day tomorrow, isn't it. We'll just have to play hookey for all of it." He gives Aziraphale a flirty, sideways smirk. "You nearly took deathly ill, after all. Nothing for it but cozy venial sin."

The goal is to make Aziraphale blush, but he's doing quite a bit of that himself.