The first time Crowley sees Aziraphale naked, a few weeks after the Apocalapse, he rears back in shock.
âIs something wrong?â Aziraphale asks.
Crowleyâs mouth works silently for a few moments. âWhat is that,â he finally manages, although he canât muster up a question mark.
âWhat is what?â Aziraphale looks down at his own body, following Crowleyâs eyeline. âMy penis? Oh no, did I do it wrong?â He pokes at it anxiously. âIs it too small?â
A sound rips from Crowleyâs throat. It could be a hysterical laugh or it could be a scream. âToo small? Too small? How big do you think they normally are?â
Because Aziraphale is, to put it politely, well-endowed. To put it less politely, he has an absolute monster of a knob. A titanic cock. Porn stars would weep and recoil in fear. A stallion would be jealous. It would be comical if it werenât so intimidating.
In lieu of answering, Aziraphale's hands flutter about as though looking for pockets to hide in. Not like thereâd be much room for hands in his trousers, Crowley thinks, wildly.
âHow long have you been walking around with thatâ that thing?â
âHm. I manifested it sometime during the Renaissance. Codpieces were all the rage, you know; needed something to fill it out.â
âThose must have been some bloody enormous codpieces.â
âOh!â Aziraphale looks at his own genitals consideringly. âIs my penis large?â
âIs it large. Is it large. Iâm half expecting Moses to come down from it with the Ten Commandments.â
âWell, I have no frame of reference! Iâ erâ I havenât had much exposure to them in the flesh, as it were.â
âThen how, pray tell, did you decide on the size?â
Aziraphale shifts uncomfortably. âErm, I looked at some medieval manuscripts...â
âAngel.â Crowley rubs his eyes. âYouâre telling me that you based your genital configuration on the pornographic doodles some horny monks drew in the margins of manuscripts?â
âI didnât realize they were so unrealistic!â
âHow do you even find trousers that fit?â
Aziraphale, red with embarrassment, grumbles. âFine. Youâve made your point. Iâll shrink it down to a more reasonable size.â
âNow wait just a second,â Crowley says. âLetâs not be hasty.â
Aziraphale arches an eyebrow in surprise. âOh, really.â