His smile, bright and vague at first, bled into the briefest of smirks at Owen's comments, then back again. "Good," was all he said. Owen wasn't the only one who appreciated having an actual conversation. Millennia of waving vaguely as history passed him by, then a week of tremendous excitement, then five years of sitting with it all followed by - this. He would take a few moments to enjoy the opportunity for an ordinary conversation, thank you.

Nodding, Aziraphale pointed at Owen again. "Precisely. People ought to calm down and simply enjoy things. That's all I ask. Thank you."

He placed his hand flat on the bar. It was cool and pleasant. Odd not to be able to control his level of inebriation. It had always been a nice luxury, but . . . he was supposed to be chilling out.

Right, then. He would admit that he was possibly perhaps getting towards a bit drunk. And he couldn't do a thing about it. He smiled happily at nothing.