"He's not you. Wasn't." Aziraphale blinked slowly. "Isn't. Whichever. Because you're not a - a berk - " Said in the tones of one saying 'motherfucker'. " - mostly. More or less. And where was the real Loki all this time, that's what I want to know."

He leaned his cheek against the cool wall of the booth and thought for a moment. "I don't - think I ever did that. No." Shaking his head, he added, "I never met the Virgin."