The phrasing had an eyebrow arching, as Crowley glanced up at Aziraphale, catching his eye.
"Listen to you, my dear. Enabling my... baser talents. Dare I say, this new you is..." He shook his head, moving a piece without looking down at the board.
"I could think of plenty to 'get my rocks off', I must simply work on gathring the resources to do so,"