His glare was somewhat watered down by this point. One can only glare for so long. "I'll take the conversation," Aziraphale said, gesturing to the seat. His fingers itched to stretch toward the glass Owen was holding. "Also," he added, resisting the urge, "I would like to make it clear that I am not a violent man unless it is an accident, and that was an accident, even though I was provoked."