"Another time," Aziraphale agreed. "And you'll owe me," he added seriously, because though Owen had said less than he had, Aziraphale was still curious.

He sipped again, looking at Owen quizzically over the edge of his glass. "Yes, motivation," he said, placing it gently on the table. "However, part of being truly myself is not being able to talk for five minutes without putting my foot in my mouth." He did quirk a brow at the survival comment, nodding slightly so Owen would know he'd absorbed it, but let it alone in the end. Another time.