Knowing about the tongue situation was one thing. Experiencing the tongue situation is another matter entirely, and Aziraphale's abruptly grateful to have his arms around Crowley and the anchor point of that wall as a distinctly un-angelic shiver works its way through him. He lets the kiss go on for quite a long time, reveling a bit in experiencing an entirely new kind of hunger, and in having Crowley so utterly all to himself. When their mouths do part, it's by a very little bit, and Aziraphale opens his eyes only to take in the sight of Crowley's eyes. "Are you planning for us to do everything right here, when you've a perfectly serviceable bed mere feet away?"