"Wouldn't that make you something like a martyr?" he asked, amused. "Saint Archangel Gabriel. Well done."

Absolutely thrilled to be released, Aziraphale rubbed the back of his neck and straightened his jacket, following Gabriel while attempting to keep his gaze clear and honest. "Better odds than me and an assortment of humans who'd never actually stood in the same room. And the Antichrist, who was of course on his own side."