"Do you?" Aziraphale asked with some amusement. "Because you show a bit more life than the Host tends to. But go on, what job is that?"

Schmuck? He supposed it must have seemed that way to someone with a 'cushy office Upstairs'. "It wasn't so bad," he said mildly. "I was a field angel for millenia. It was eventful." More eventful than Heaven, he didn't say. More eventful than hosannas and blankness. He'd tried braised octopus once, and he was willing to bet that neither Raphael nor Uriel had ever eaten so much as a biscuit.