"Remind me to see if there's a bacchanalia going around in this place," Gabriel said thoughtfully. "It's too bad we're not from the same place; I know some nymphs I could introduce you to." He grinned. "They'd show you some fun, all right."

The archangel only shrugged and gave Aziraphale an innocent smile, steering him easily down the streets. Corridors? Whatever. "You're my brother; I'm allowed. Pretty sure it says so in the big brother's manual."

Mainly because he wrote it. Sort of. That part of it, anyway.