"So is gluttony, and I'm starving," he smiled, then ducked in to playfully bite Aziraphale with rather sharp fangs. And he held on for a moment before kissing him and breaking away.

Crowley enjoyed sleeping. He was quite good at it. But he didn't do it, as a general rule, because if he was going to do it, he wanted to do i all at one. For a century, perhaps.

Now he was ready to go spread some Christmas magic.