"We've got a problem."
Crowley looked above his meal into the eyes of very worried, very anxious looking angel.
"I got new orders last night."
"Really? What is it?" When Aziraphale didn't respond and didn't meet his eyes, Crowley began to be worried. "Wait, don't tell me it's about your books collection? They want you to get rid of it?"
Aziraphale shuddered but shook his head.
"I can't see what can be worse than that..."
"They want me to make you fall in love with me, Crowley!"
Crowley blinked a few times at the sudden outburst.
"So?"
"It doesn't worry you?"
"Well..." He licked his suddenly dry lips. "Last night my folks ordered me to seduce you. I'm not that much surprised your side got similar idea."
"Oh." The angel blushed a little and hid behind his glass of wine.
"Besides," Crowley continued with a smirk, grabbing angel's hand. "We already did this, so there's nothing to worry about, at least not right now. And now we can kiss in public and don't worry about consequences..."
"Crowley!" Aziraphale hissed, embarassed, but gripped demon's hand back anyway.
"Guess holding hands isn't bad either" Crowley smiled. "Let's go."
They left money on the table and went out. So what if people in The Ritz were staring at their still connected hands? Crowley didn't give a damn about them.