It is, as it was: Aziraphale may have been a bit greedy, on the whole, when it came to exploring Earth’s physical pleasures, but he never rushed when it came to exploring you. No frantic hands, or snapping-away of clothes; just slow, deliberate movements. Button by button undone, inch by inch of skin revealed as he rid you of clothing. His posh tone turned honey-rich as he praised you for being such an obedient plaything. “Oh. You really do look so pretty all tied up, don’t you?” he comments.