There were two warring sides of himself. The side that hated the idea that he would be connected in any way with anything evil or sinister as he didn't want to go around hurting people or snatching their souls from them. And then there was the other side which felt a tug of mischief any time it was suggested that he might be a demon. The side that actually had been smirking and dreaming up some snappy reply when Fell brought up that he had studied law.

Both sides were brought to heel by Aziraphale's touch as Anthony's eyes drifted closed for just a second, to enjoy the feeling of those warm hands on his cheeks and to savor the notion that their new romance was powerful enough to freely give a soul away.

"You've a way with words."

His own hand landed on one of Aziraphale's just to guide the palm towards his lips so a thank you kiss could be pressed into the middle of it.

"You're right. I'm being silly about it. We don't know anything about what happened before. We only have these bits and pieces that don't make sense out of order. Maybe it was something like that, a token of love. Can demons even feel love?"