The server came by with an intimidating array of alcohol in silly little shot glasses. Aziraphale only rarely saw the point of shots, and it was generally when he was already drunk and avoiding thinking about things. This was very much one of those times. He took one, drank, coughed, and pointed a little hazily at Gabriel. "Are you trying to make some sort of point?" he asked. "I never intruded into someone else's pantheon."