Anthony shrugged, "They wouldn't be like any Nuns I had ever met before but maybe there is some kind of strange plain clothed sect. You have to admit that would be the best way to surprise sinners. You could infiltrate them. Actually to a Catholic school kid... that's a terrifying thought."

Thankfully stealth nuns weren't a thing as far as he knew because if they were he had a feeling they would be absolutely scandalized if they happened to peer into any of the windows right now. He was more intrigued. He always was when something felt forbidden and absolutely wonderful.

Aziraphale's breathing seemed just a tick quicker, his hands exploring, searching... And he hadn't realized just how tight his jeans were until they were given that tug which excited every bit of him the fabric happened to tug across. Lord almighty, that tugging was like a wanton question...

"I can't imagine what a demon would want with Holy Water. If I were a demon, an actual demon and not just having the memories of one... I'd want to stay the Hell away from the stuff. Churches too, graveyards, I don't know why I would be any where near those places."

Wanton questions deserved wanton answers. Anthony slithered closer until he could run his palm up and over the hand he had been holding, to Azriaphale's chest and beyond all the way to the small of Aziraphale's back. His other hand soon joined the first in a very chaste hug that was made just a touch more racy when a kiss landed near the man's ear.

"Why would you bring me Holy Water? It's not like most people keep fonts of it in their homes."