"Yea, of course." they reply, circling around the angel, a movement Crowley is no stranger to.

Crowley waits for Aziraphale to place it where he likes, taking the ribbons into their hands and securing the mask behind his head in a bow, taking care to smooth his hair back behind it nicely. Once secured, Crowley completes their circle, arriving at the angel's left side, their usual placement.

"It's perfect. Shall we?"