And here he'd thought he'd get out of this unscathed. Aziraphale looked at Gabriel for a long moment, considered backing out, and then eyed his drink. Oh, well. He drank what was left a little too fast, hissed at the quick-fading burn at the back of his throat, and considered the archangel. "I've never played a horn," he said lightly. Best to start out somewhere safe.