A Golden Miracle

"Angel, what the hell are you doing?"
Aziraphale gave him a reproving look.
"As you can see," he said, "I'm spinning a golden thread."
"I didn't know Rumpelstiltskin was an angel," Crowley scoffed.
"I always wanted to learn," Aziraphale admitted. "And now, I have some time to do so."
"Well, at least we can sell it," Crowley shrugged. "Let me see."
Aziraphale couldn't stop him in time. Crowley quickly dropped the thread when a strong electric shock went through his body.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"It's not actually so bad," Crowley interrupted him. "You should bring it later to the bedroom."