This wasn't how he remembered Norse mythology going at all. His brow furrowed. Then he remembered - alternate universes, or something. "That sounds. Very trying?" he said, not entirely sure if it did.

Straightening up, Aziraphale looked at Gabriel curiously. "It's always interesting how people turn out when they're - chosen for that sort of thing." He toyed with an empty shot glass and thought about Adam. He had been - still was - very strong, stronger than either he or Crowley had realized at the time, and likely stronger in the most human of ways than either of them could ever conceptualize. He had separated himself entirely from everyone: angel, demon, and even human, because he could approach humanity, he could come close, but he could never truly be human, not entirely.

Gradually, Aziraphale's brain caught up with his ears. "Er, what's adamantium?" he asked blankly.

He did make a sour face before the next shot. "Yes, I had one," he said, pursing his lips at the heavy burn and the question. "I never - " Met Lucifer, he was about to say, but although he wanted to shut the conversation down, he didn't want to start that discussion. "I never met pagan gods."