"Clumsiness is not the same as making an arse of yourself," Owen excused, giving a quick point halfway between Aziraphale and the ceiling before crossing his arms back across the tabletop. His head tilted just enough to emphasize his amusement when he continued, "Though they often coincide."

Claims of familiarity caught Owen off guard, and he could do nothing to stop the pleasantly surprised laugh. "Suppose I ought to take that blame gladly if it's gotten you to open up so much," he mused. "Glad you approve of the drink, but—stepping back for a mo'—might I ask who or what I remind you of?"