Aziraphale had the grace to blush. "Well, just a little one," he admitted, "but I would rather not run around with paint on my bum if you don't mind. But, well, we seem to be in a predicament. Loki ran that way," he gestured in the Norse god's general direction as he thought it might be, "and if Barnaby is that way," he gestured again, "then they might be trying to split us up."