"Wha?" Aziraphale blinks out of a delirious stupor, peering down at Crowley in a moment of befuddlement. "Oh, oh, you mean-" He breaks off with a sigh and a shudder as Crowley presses around him again, his body electric - he puts up a little struggle, to be what, contrary? playful? perhaps just in the spirit of the thing.

"I," he gasps. "I don't know. This is new- new territory for me." He manages to twist a hand free from under the coils, touching whatever he can reach - stroking his fingertips delicately over Crowley's taut stomach.

"Not even sure what that would entail," he admits after a moment. He breaks into a lopsided grin. "En-tail," he repeats, and regrets it almost immediately.