Something he'd like to do?

Crowley sets down his glass of wine behind himself, turns into Aziraphale to give him his full attention.

"Yeah?" he prompts gently. "Anything, angel."

Doesn't matter what he wants, Crowley will agree to it. He can't really think of anything he wouldn't agree to, in truth, especially when the angel is being so careful with him. He's noticed that, after all. Noticed how he's slowed down, is keeping hold of him gently. He likes that.