He simply shook his head at Gabriel and watched Re-l turn to leave - but when she rattled the doorknob and it didn't budge, he narrowed his eyes at the archangel. Aziraphale could tell from the expression on Gabriel's face that he was tremendously pleased with himself, and that, somehow, was more irritating than the throwing about of a few e-readers. As for Re-l, he was irrationally annoyed at her for drawing chaos into his quiet space and for knowing things about him that he had had no desire to share.

This was, of course, all Gabriel's fault really, but he was having a hard time maintaining any sense of calm towards either of them.

"No," he said, "I don't," and stood, strode around the desk, and crossed the small open floor to where Gabriel was standing. "Open the door." His tone was icy. "I won't ask you again."