In a way it was like exchanging rings. I trust you with information that could potentially be used against me because I know you wouldn't use it unless there was no other way. I promise to love and protect you, even from yourself. It could have been the opening scene of one of those terribly tragic romances.

Anthony didn't think much beyond the moment however. How could he when this absolutely remarkable human was sighing his name in such an extraordinarily expressive way? With one hand cupping a cheek and the other snaking its way down Aziraphale's arm to lace their fingers together over the handle of the basket so the tart present wasn't lost before it could be enjoyed, their lips came together once more. Just one more little temptation before they needed to realize they were still in an alley.

"There is something else I haven't told you yet. It's more to do with the Bureau and spies than anything about demons..."

He wasn't sure if that made it better or not.