"Don't mock me," he said mildly, though of course he was used to it, and he wasn't surprised. That didn't mean he'd put up with it.
He focused on the table while Gabriel spoke, allowing himself a few measured sips as he considered the archangel's words. Aside from this conversation being one of the most embarrassing of his existence, Aziraphale had to admit that his time as a pagan god had given Gabriel time to perfect persuasion. It didn't sound patently unpleasant, at the very least, although part of this might have been because Gabriel was not being particularly graphic.
Still, there was something about what the archangel was describing that seemed incomplete - and certainly not worth it. (That and the comparison to mud wrestling was not well-received. He'd had enough of mud for all time by the sixth century and had been thankful when humans invented the shower.) He shrugged and glanced up at Gabriel for the first time in several minutes with a gentle smile. "I suppose I'll have to take your word for it."
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He focused on the table while Gabriel spoke, allowing himself a few measured sips as he considered the archangel's words. Aside from this conversation being one of the most embarrassing of his existence, Aziraphale had to admit that his time as a pagan god had given Gabriel time to perfect persuasion. It didn't sound patently unpleasant, at the very least, although part of this might have been because Gabriel was not being particularly graphic.
Still, there was something about what the archangel was describing that seemed incomplete - and certainly not worth it. (That and the comparison to mud wrestling was not well-received. He'd had enough of mud for all time by the sixth century and had been thankful when humans invented the shower.) He shrugged and glanced up at Gabriel for the first time in several minutes with a gentle smile. "I suppose I'll have to take your word for it."