He tried for a stern, scolding expression, but Anthony was much to charming to resist.

"Oh, you are an awful, wicked thing," he said, rising and straightening out the hem of his sweater before he reached for Anthony's hand. Not that he was against the idea, but Aziraphale was going to make Anthony discuss otherwise anyway because he enjoyed being slowly and intimately persuaded. "I'm sure we're going straight to Hell for even consid--Well, you know what I mean."