"Uh, we've never met. I just said that. Weren't you listening?" Gabriel sighed and leaned back against the altar, poking away the candles so they didn't catch on his clothes. "I'd hate to imagine any universe where I didn't have a sense of humour," he grumbled, but then perked up. "But maybe that's just because I got it all. That would make sense."

So saying, he turned his attention fully back to Aziraphale, golden eyes intense and thoughtful. "See, the thing is, Azzy, apparently we've each got brothers who share each other's name but aren't actually us."

He said it slowly, like he was spelling it out for the dumb little brother. Then he smirked, a slow, almost wicked smirk. "Besides, it's always been my job to corrupt our younger brothers. Someone's gotta teach you how to have some fun."