He does look better, Aziraphael thinks briefly when Crowley pulls back, just before he's swept up again. A small sound escapes him, along with a good bit of rational thought, and one hand slides up to the back of Crowley's neck.

Eventually, he realises he's actually pushing the demon into the railing, and leans back with reluctance. Not too far.

"That cannot possibly be comfortable," he points out, his lips not quite brushing Crowley's.