Yes, well, let him gloat. Aziraphale had decided, in the last thirty seconds, that he was above such silliness. Nor could anyone say he was petty. What a ridiculous notion.
"Threadbare about the edges; so it goes," he said. "Period costume is so difficult to keep up with regardless." He'd worn a toga several centuries longer than he should have. It was so hard to get Vikings to take you seriously when you were wearing a toga, but he just hadn't connected the dots. He would probably have caught up with the nineties around the twenty-second century, had he stayed.
Aziraphale was itching to ask the real questions. For example: Had he been shouting because he expected an answer? Did the Lord have power here? Was it just a desperate plea for help, a loss of control? Most importantly, did this clever idiot (relatively clever, relatively) know who he was?
Instead, he settled for, "And your name would be?"
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"Threadbare about the edges; so it goes," he said. "Period costume is so difficult to keep up with regardless." He'd worn a toga several centuries longer than he should have. It was so hard to get Vikings to take you seriously when you were wearing a toga, but he just hadn't connected the dots. He would probably have caught up with the nineties around the twenty-second century, had he stayed.
Aziraphale was itching to ask the real questions. For example: Had he been shouting because he expected an answer? Did the Lord have power here? Was it just a desperate plea for help, a loss of control? Most importantly, did this clever idiot (relatively clever, relatively) know who he was?
Instead, he settled for, "And your name would be?"