Aziraphale's brows raise, suitably impressed and intrigued by the idea, and more than a bit eager to see just what several ways Crowley might be promising.

"A whole day of truancy? Oh no. I couldn't." Regardless of what his words say, his tone suggests he needs no coaxing to agree, only seems to be fishing, perhaps, for an excuse to claim later that he wasn't entirely to blame. He gives a sidelong look of his own, under the fan of his lashes, and Crowley gets his desired results--the angel's cheeks go a rosy blush pink. Venial sin. Cozy venial sin, no less, when here he is certain his own thoughts alone are enough to lock him up for mortal sin...if he had a soul to lose, that is. "Besides." He dusts off the front of his shirt and straightens it out. "All day together, just the two of us in my room, after everything that just happened? Imagine the rumors. We'd be courting scandal."