Aziraphale's face still feels warm, and he gently grips Crowley's hand in his. He's still reeling from what just happened, and he certainly has no intention of leaving this room, or even this seat, anytime soon. He knows there'll be a time of morning where they'll have no choice about that, but, until then, he's sticking close to the demon.

He sighs, happy and content, though his mind still buzzes with excitement. "I suppose the party wasn't so bad, after all."