"It is a shame when we don't get something that entirely suits us." His tone was completely neutral, betraying none of his growing irritation. Part of it stemmed from confusion. He was uncertain as to the extent of the differences between their - universes, or whatever Gabriel had decided was the most likely theory; however, he could tell from the way that Balthazar was speaking now and the way Gabriel had discussed it before that their corporeal forms were different than his and Crowley's - not created, but inhabited. That unsettled him.

The rest of his irritation came from a niggling sense of something he did not experience nearly enough to be used to it, which was simple dislike. Something about Balthazar was rubbing him entirely the wrong way, and as not liking people - brothers, even, as it were - was not very angelic at all, Aziraphale planned to keep it to himself.

Although that might be difficult. He cleared his throat and readjusted his legs, which had begun to fall asleep. "Displays of power?" he asked lightly, as if for clarification.