Pursing his lips, Aziraphale wondered, "Years of experience versus years of actual physical life in this body are very different things . . . It's so odd to consider being an age, which will advance. That being as it may . . . " He pulled the new thing towards himself, eyed it dubiously - no umbrella, small blessing - and took a sip. (It was good. Of course it was.) "I suppose I have looked forty-two for quite a long time."

When he looked at Owen, his eyes were troubled. "Depressing, yes. Oppressive, yes, as well. I would help if I knew what to do."