"That's reasonable. It's certainly a design flaw," Aziraphale mused, considering other design flaws he had discovered. A tendency to tire after long walks. A certain occasional restlessness. The need to use the bathroom.

Nodding, he said, "Be right back," and headed to the bar. He got whatever was on tap for Gabriel - something hoppy, apparently, though he didn't know beer from Adam, so to speak - and the same dry red as before for himself. Heading back to the table, he placed the beer in front of Gabriel before sitting back down.

He probably could have called someone over, but honestly, he thought that a few seconds of breathing room from Gabriel wouldn't do him any harm. The man was . . . slightly overwhelming.