Pulcra Es
"You look older." Crowley tilted his head.
"Do I?" Aziraphale frowned. "I'm not supposed to." He did not age. It was less divine magic and more that his cells had been quite firmly instructed not to decay.
"Well, you do. You've got those," Crowley gestured at his face, "lines."
"Wrinkles?"
"Yes, whatever they're called."
"I did before."
"Yes, but not quite so many. Or as deep."
"You know, this isn't what passes for polite conversation among humans."
"We're not human."
A fair point. And yet... Aziraphale pursed his lips, about to snap a retort when Crowley muttered:
"I like it."
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