"Break out of the mold in what way?" Aziraphale's lips twitched. "I daresay that if I conformed entirely to your standards you'd be bored. Correct me if I'm wrong." But he was fairly sure he wasn't. He hadn't watched humanity for this long only to have absorbed nothing. Gabriel had sauntered, as it were, sideways and down, and Aziraphale anticipated a certain level both of wickedness and of distractibility.

Sighing, Aziraphale took a slightly more sedate sip of wine and shook his head, just barely. "Nothing shoved me off any cliff. Please give me some credit. I didn't die, I simply . . . arrived here."