The eyes said as much as a kiss would have anyway as Fell had very expressive, very gorgeous, eyes. Not to mention he had been called a menace. Anthony was on cloud nine at being called a menace! That was practically pillow talk, but it needed to be answered only with a warm look of own as they did have company here and there was that worry of traps to consider.

"You really think there would be booby traps in a library... Maybe they set the books slightly askew so they all fall over when on is touched. Or messed with the check out slips so no matter how hard to tried you would always end up returning a book late?"

He wasn't the least bit serious about any of this, he said them only to illustrate how ridiculous he thought it was that there might have been traps in a library. A touch of snark always got his point across so well.

Spitspot.

A typically archaic Aziraphale word that even as he dared not to dawdle still had him smirking to hold back a laugh. No one ever used spitspot anymore! Well, no one but Fell did. It was part of his charm but still funny. He hopped the gap and turned slightly to look back at Alec, who still seemed a shocked for some reason. Maybe because that Librarian had been wearing her glasses down on the very tip of her pointed nose and had been carrying a rather large ruler.

"Mind the gap. If you fell that Librarian would be sure to hear it."