Aziraphale drew in a short breath when Crowley wrapped his arms around him, old fears surfacing and nearly making him take a step backwards. Then he remembered. They were on their own side. He didn't answer to Heaven anymore. Well, he still considered himself as answering to God but She certainly hadn't said or done anything to indicate She disapproved. So he let himself relax and brought his arms up to return the embrace.
And, oh, this was wonderful. It was lovely. It was what he'd wanted and had been forced to deny for so long. And now that he had Crowley in his arms, he didn't want to let him go.
"You wouldn't anyway," he said, giving a happy, satisfied sigh. "It doesn't appear on this corporation. Though, I suppose I could make it appear. At least it's subtle. I'm not sure I'd care for markings like Uriel's or Sandalphon's."
He gave a happy sigh and a little wiggle when Crowley clung on tighter. "Neither have I. I think it might be Atlantis being silly. If it's God sending me a message, I'm afraid it's a little too subtle for me. You've always been the clever, wily one." He then, without thinking about it too much... or at all, for that matter, pressed a kiss into Crowley's hair.