"That definitely sounds like a story." Owen drew his brows together, considering all of what Aziraphale revealed. It was a difficult thing — he wanted to press and hear the whole story, but he knew as well as anyone else did in the Cave that it was apparently Not Allowed. Bollocks to all that. Owen was a risk-taker by his very nature, but railing against The Man so blatantly in such an unknown situation rubbed him all the wrong ways. What was a man to do in times like these? "At least you look a young forty-two."

Here, Owen allowed himself a small smile. "Keep being yourself, mate. I'll do the same." Assuming he was being himself... doubt still gnawed, much as it had since Tuesday morning. He could only hope that it was only his name that seemed to be in question. "Seems like that's not what they want, anyway."