"Guess that means we're compatible, John." His amused look gave nothing away, rather the teasing in his tone doing enough for him. "It happens when both ends are open to the possibility of making friends."

Part of him questioned why he was explaining this. Surely someone of Aziraphale's age should know or would at least be offended at Owen's presumptuousness, yet he seemed as content to follow the conversation as Owen was to lead. There wasn't really any sort of judgement or inequality in the interaction, just a simple flow. Owen appreciated the dose of normalcy more than he could probably express.

"Bah," he said abruptly, waving a hand vaguely before settling it back again. "Who needs agendas? Nothing wrong with just enjoying yourself."