Relief flooded into every portion of his being as long before Fell had even spoken there had been no mistaking that glow. He was upset... marginally, but their budding relationship hadn't been destroyed. It was a strange concern, like he was always walking on a razor's edge, that anything he said or did wrong might lead them towards some sort of break up. Anthony attributed this to the newness of their union and the fact that none of his previous relationships, outside of the one he had enjoyed with Grace, had lasted.

He forgot himself as he watched Fell's cheeks tinting nearly the same rosy color as the flowers he was partially hidden behind. The impish smile drew Anthony in, leaning closer to smell the scent of Azirpahale's cologne had mingled with the roses as well... and what did you know. His lips matched them too. All sense of place nearly forgotten he thought to visit those lips with an apology kiss..-- only Fell did go mentioning his mum and when Anthony looked up to realize how close he had drawn to Aziraphale, only mere inches from his cheek, he noticed also his mum leaning over the table and grinning like she was deep into one of her soap operas.

"Please, don't mind me. This is precious."

Anthony cleared his throat and pulled away. The kiss could wait until they didn't have an audience.

"La Maison Du Chocolat," he spoke as his Aziraphale in close proximity swagger carried him back towards the apartment door, "I'll even buy you a few Eclairs."