The only response Aziraphale made was to squeeze Crowley just a little bit tighter, hopefully to show how happy and in love he was without expressing words of his own. After a deep, satisfied sigh, he pulled back, yet keeping contact by leaving his hands upon Crowley's shoulders.
"Did your flat come with you? No? I insist you stay here, with me. I know there's no bedroom, but we can fix up the cellar. Or, if being underground reminds you too much of Hell, and you'd rather not, we could try to miracle another floor? It shouldn't be too difficult. Oh! It will be wonderful!" He spoke quickly, excited about all the thoughts and ideas spinning in his head.