Crowley takes the bottle, helping themselves to another sip before handing it back, lips puckering a bit in thought.

"I remembered seeing it during fashion week at some point. Might have gotten some details off." they say, then smile, eyes glimmering gold and within view for the first time during the evening. "I'm glad you like it."

They wait for Aziraphale to take the bottle, then lean closer. "I do like yours, you know. Reminds me an awful lot of... hmm... the reign of terror." the last part is said with a slight chuckle, the demon's eyes tracing unashamedly over the length of the angel's body.