"Excuse me, there is a difference between not being in good standing and being Fallen!" Aziraphale protested shrilly over the sound of Gabriel's laughter. Not that he was likely to listen. The more things change . . .

At Gabriel's last outburst, he scoffed. "What makes you think it's your job to corrupt me? Or that you can?" He allowed himself to stand straight, stepping away from the wall. "Not to mention the fact," he added, pointing at Gabriel accusingly, "that you are not the same Gabriel I knew. He was a humorless twit. You're just a twit. So either you've changed entirely over the last - " He attempted to count how long it had been. " - while, or we've never met. Which is it?"