"Oh, has something come back to you as well?" Aziraphale looked up curiously, wondering what it might be. Gabriel's he hadn't particularly had to guess at; he knew what an archangel could do, but this man . . .

Well, anyway. "I think you saved him, actually," he said, "or at least saved him from himself, I doubt he's very good at dealing with pain." No experience, after all.

Following Jonas's look, Aziraphale frowned. "Oh, dear, well. I was so used to being honest with people about who I was, but who knows what sort of measures they'll have over there to prevent us from speaking the truth?" There might have been a hint of bitterness in his tone, but he didn't bother to conceal it, instead turning away from the City to the man in front of him. "I'm Aziraphale. Once we get there, I'll be John as well, I suppose, John Gates to keep confusion to a minimum."