"It is a bit." Aziraphale made a sour face, tapping the stem of the glass. As if angels were the superior creation. He wondered what He really thought of them all, sometimes. After all, he had allowed the Apocalypse to be averted - or at least not made a fuss about it, and when God made a fuss, well, it was quite a big fuss. Someone would have noticed. Aziraphale would have noticed.

Glancing up at Gabriel, he studied him for a moment before adding, "Which actually makes me wonder . . . what are the odds of you being here, as opposed to someone more . . . " He waved a hand vaguely. "Traditional. It's strange."