Aziraphale looked at Gabriel levelly. No, that was not what he thought. "Believe me," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I would not accuse you of that. I'm sure you've been - well. I believe you. I simply meant . . . " He spread his hands in a shrug. "Of all the angels in all of Heaven - Heavens, apparently - the odds would be in favor of choosing two far more put off by the idea of humanity than we are."