"No." Despite himself, Aziraphale smiled, a bit wistfully, at nothing very much. "I suppose I'm not, anymore. Purely by virtue of never being in Heaven." Not to mention unsavory acquaintances.

Turning to Balthazar, he added, a touch of curiosity in his voice, "But nor are you." It had been in the back of his mind since that vague night at the bar with the other two angels. Neither of them were anything like the angels he'd known back home, but Balthazar was miles more bitter than even that brief glimpse Gabriel had shown him, and he wore it on his sleeve. It was fascinating, in an incredibly morbid way.