How easy to read. There's a quiet laugh from Aziraphale as he cards his fingers through Crowley's hair, still petting him but with a new sort of ease. This is obviously not unwelcome, which is about all the permission that Aziraphale needs to continue on.

"Well then, if you don't mind, I'm going to finish this then." It was really for the best. He had already gotten as far as he had with it, he might as well go on and finish it out. Reaching over to his side, he picks the book off the mattress with his free hand.

"I'd just gotten to the part where he had remarried and had five sons. All of them warriors," he remarks. Then, he pauses as he considers that particular piece of information again. "Quite lucky of him to have so many sons in a row."