Goodness. More sweet talk. Aziraphale's face is flushed. Crowley can warm him up just by speaking.

"I... I can't say I'd mind being your pillow."

He can't stop smiling at him either, as he takes his hand again and sits down in the comfy nest of blankets. He's ready and willing to cuddle up close to Crowley.

"Or your heating blanket, I suppose."

Or whatever else he might want, really. He's fallen rather hard for Crowley, and he knows it. How could he not, though, in the face of all this charm?