[The reason that Crowley is so certain he loves Aziraphale is because that bitchy little rant just makes him feel unbearably fond.]

You've been a servant of the Almighty, s'a bit different, isn't it? I've a hard time imagining you submitting to anyone. [This wouldn't be funny at all if Aziraphale had been marked, but it's easier to joke now.] And you're hardly in charge of whoever you contract with, no matter what rubbish the city tries to sell.

[He's sure that someone people see it that way, but Crowley refuses to, and he's sure Aziraphale will feel the same.

But for now, he lays a hand over Aziraphale's, and uses a miracle to move to the hallway of the provided apartments.]

Here we are.