The inescapable intensity of that gaze - definitely archangel. But the words didn't match up. Something was off; it was as though they were talking past each other, trying to meet in the middle but never quite making it.

Aziraphale put down the urn, for what it was worth. "I'm sorry," he said, "really, I am. But it's been years, and I'm not in good standing, and I feel as though perhaps I've missed a great deal of information while on bloody vacation!"

He coughed. Shouting had not been part of the plan for that little speech.