Satisfied, Lan Wangji sits with the rabbit in his lap, letting it hide its face in his hand as he rubs a thumb against its very soft cheek. He continues looking levelly at Crowley. They have discussed this in a roundabout fashion, and Lan Wangji had thought his perspective on the matter was clear, but perhaps he should trim any remaining fat. "Does Aziraphale know how you feel?" he asks.