Crowley had his eyes on Aziraphale, watching his hips move as he walked with his white suit on, how he slipped his blazer off when he was inside the bookshop alone with him and how he looked absolutely ravishing.

He couldn't help but recall the times when the angels voice had gotten low and intimidating to others, but honestly, Crowley found it hot. Especially when he corrected the other demon with his name. How he said his own name made his knees go weak, even if he was on the couch.