The Infernal Serpent

"I like him, too," Aziraphale replies with a bright smile, in case that wasn't already obvious. Although his expression turns pensive when Balthazar brings up Moloch. He casts a brief glance in the sullen angel's direction and clasps his hands together, twisting his fingers. "Moloch makes it nearly impossible for others to like him, but he's already burdened with a terrible curse. He doesn't have as much control over his condition as I first thought."

The angel's voice is soft. The disgust one might expect from him is absent, replaced with something akin to sorrow. But he's quick to shrug that off, once he returns his attention to Balthazar.

Kissing has been on Aziraphale's mind of late, particularly because he's been indulging in it with Crowley quite frequently, and he listens intently to Balthazar's answer. "Oh, I meant romantically," he answers belatedly. "Although that's a very sweet story with the shepherd child. I've given out many kisses like that." He blushes and adds, "The romantic kisses never went so well, as you already know. Well, up until recently."