Crowley's breath catches as their eyes meet without the masks obscuring them, and their head tilts up in surprise as the music surrounds them, looking about the room for a moment before settling into it again, gaze resting back onto Aziraphale's with a fond smile.

"I can tell..." Crowley replies teasingly, but their voice is still soft and quiet as they begin to sway. The two of them slightly drunk, alone, dancing in a dark room with such beautiful accompaniment... it's enough that Crowley feels their heart pounding through their chest, and maybe just enough that the demon gets a little carried away, one of their hands creeping up the back of Aziraphale's neck and into his hairline while Crowley bends down to seek out his lips.