Owen quickly retook his place, setting the glass out for Aziraphale as he did so. Instead of leaning back as he did before, this time he sat forward with his arms on the table, amusement colouring his expression as before. "I'd hardly call spilling your drink all over the table violent," he replied. "Clumsy, definitely, but not violent. However, your remark is duly noted."
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