Giving a small, mischievous smile, Owen replied, "If that's what you want." He wouldn't try to skip out on his own story time either, not if Aziraphale was interested. It wasn't so much a secret as it was a fact of existence... Before all this, anyway. He didn't have to explain that he was a ghost or that he was actually nearer to his husband's age — but that was also when George still looked to be his proper 76. Now things were all needlessly complicated which both amused and confused him.

"Would you rather?" he asked. "Stick your foot in your mouth, I mean. I think we're having a lovely conversation without all that going on, and it doesn't mean you're not being yourself, either." He gave an amused nod toward the drink. "You haven't told me how that is, by the way. It's been a while since I've made it. That you're still drinking it is a good sign, I hope."