"Hmm let's see..." Crowley mock-ponders, finishing off their wine and setting the glass aside with the bottle. Their hand smooths up Aziraphale's chest to his shoulder a finger lifting to tease at his neck. "Lay in a packed room or come back here where it's just you and I...whatever will I choose?"

Crowley's smirk says it all, and Crowley starts to wonder if there was a way to secure the room like someone had the one beside it, so that they can access it whenever they need to. Perhaps they have a trick or two up their sleeve.