The teeth are… different. Definitely not at all like kissing Aziraphale. The scrape of them is—rather nice, really. And so is the difference. He loses track a bit until Rhea’li pulls back.

“Right,” Crowley says, breathless and dazed, then blinks and shakes himself. “Right. I, er, was going to ask if you had a preference. In terms of— what’s under the clothes.”