Aziraphale did not put down the urn. He did not step forward. He did not - could not - breathe any slower. He was ready to run out the open door at any moment, though if he did have to flee he doubted this body would make it very far. He ought to have gotten a fresh one before the world almost ended.

"This is a stupid game," he said, voice low and tense. "You must know. You're an Archangel. You must know. If you want to fool me, at least try harder!"