Losing Heart

Sometime during the 14th century:

Crowley began to pull back his covers, when he realized Aziraphale was still eyeing him. "Some privacy, eh? I'm naked under here."

"Oh," Aziraphale gasped. He turned around awkwardly. "You really should invest in some pajamas, dear boy."

Crowley removed his covers finally. "Only weirdos like you wear pajamas. Real men sleep naked, Aziraphale."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "But you're not a man. You're a demon."

Crowley shrugged, waved his hand, and became fully clothed. "Well, I sure do look like a man."

"Yes, but you're not," Aziraphale said, still facing away from Crowley. Crowley simply stood, appreciating the view of Aziraphale's backside. "And it's not the point."

"What does it matter if I sleep naked? It's not as if you're sleeping with me."