Crowley is blindsided by the sudden rush of affection, like someone opening the blinds into the mausoleum he calls a flat, and he staggers a bit.

Funny, he normally has his emotions well under control. Well, these particular emotions. When he's around Aziraphale at least.

Scrabbling down the heap of rocks, Crowley trots up to the angel, curious about this new development.

"Oh yeah? Which one's that?"