Crowley moves easily, opens his arms to spread the blanket for Aziraphale and then wraps him into them. It isn't a timid, awkward embrace this time -- this is a full body hold full of affection. This is Crowley drawing Aziraphale as close to himself as he can, holding him tight and soaking warmth and love into him.

"Now I have you in my wicked clutches," he murmurs, adjusting the blanket around them both. "You'll never escape, angel, you're doomed."