There isn't much of a chance of Aziraphale trying to go anywhere when he has Crowley nicely folded against his side. Doubly so when Crowley was looking at him like that, expression soft and warmed around the edges. Aziraphale smiles back effortlessly, gentle and affectionate.

"On that much, I believe we can agree," he tells him simply, lightly patting Crowley's shoulder as if he needed confirmation that he was referring to him. Then he tugs at one of the outermost blankets, just enough to make a show of it. "But don't you think it's a waste to spend the entire season wrapped up in blankets?"