Aziraphale made a quiet noise as he considered her request. He didn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of his stock - yet - but he was 'fortunate' enough to have memories of the commonly used filing system, which John appeared to have replicated in the shop, more or less. One of the perks of disobedience, he supposed.

"Do you have a - device for them?" he asked her, crossing over to the computers behind the desk, most likely not conscious of the irritated face he was making at the thought of the e-readers. "There are several titles that I think would be useful, but you'll have to bear with me, this system is . . . "

He trailed off as he sat down. When he glanced up and saw Gabriel's expression, he sighed and shook his head slightly. "I sincerely hope you didn't follow her here. That would be a bit much even for you."