"Oh?" Aziraphale brightened. "And what are you looking for? I might be able to help you find it. I am technically supposed to be a librarian, after all."

He did not miss the hoarseness, nor the reluctance to speak. Twining his fingers together tightly, he wondered if he should ask what had happened. The nasty voice in the back of his head, so frequently associated with Crowley, wondered whether he actually wanted to help or merely was morbidly curious.