Crowley is much more careful with Aziraphale's clothes than his own, folding them neatly, with his underthings on top and each subsequent layer below so that the angel doesn't have any trouble finding what to put on next when they get dressed.

He also grabs another one of the fluffy robes, draping it over Aziraphale's shoulders as he makes great efforts not to let his gaze linger overlong.

...Well, maybe a little.

"All set?"