He hadn't meant to go so quickly, but there was just something so freeing about being around Anthony now that he didn't have to bottle up this flood of emotions. It was like he told Alec earlier: sometimes it was fine enough when they were apart. He could sensibly, rationally look at his relationship from a distance. But then he would see Anthony, with his charming smile and his beautiful eyes and his brilliant hair... And something affectionate would rise up in Aziraphale's chest. And now it didn't need to be restrained and tethered anymore.

Must be what driving on the autobahn with no breaks and no reason to stop would feel like.

Someday soon they might need to have a serious talk about, well, dabbling and other things, since they weren't experiencing a normal progression of a relationship where these things might have been expressed before being quite so enamored with each other. But for now, he was going to enjoy the chance to have Anthony all to himself.

He blushed and failed to smother a smile at having the innuendo thrown back at him. "Oh. Good lord, that sounds indulgent. Just... drink your wine. I don't want to send you back to work hungry. The point of this was lunch."