Aziraphale can't help but scoff gently, with affection and a smile, at what is essentially a very cheesy pick-up line. Crowley's lucky Aziraphale already adores him. And that his wink is beyond charming. And that his hands feel rather lovely on his back. And that he finds a certain comfort and satisfaction in their closeness. Possibly, the closer the better.

"Yes... Here we are," he echoes, as he slides his own arms around Crowley beneath the blanket, keeping layers between his own hands and Crowley's skin, for the moment.

"...do you truly think the cameras still work when the power's out?" He asks, curious. He's certainly not knowledgeable about such things himself. He wouldn't know.