"Perfect." Crowley replies, beginning to sway their hips in time with the music, feet stepping gently side to side. If Aziraphale looked around, he'd see that everyone else isn't doing anything differently.

"Humans don't really take the time to learn a proper dance anymore." they note, smiling down at the angel as they sway, "See? Simple."

Crowley feels just a bit buzzed from their drinking, and it's lovely. A real mood-lifter, and though their situation isn't back to normal, the two of them have easily found themselves in an improved situation than before, however uncomfortable. The past several months were hard on them both, but Crowley thinks they wouldn't trade it for the world, because it only pushed them together, forced them to admit things to one another that may have otherwise gone unsaid. Crowley feels spoiled to be so close to the angel now, in a circumstance that may, if not for the fact that they are attending a very silly party on an impossible train, might be considered romantic.