"Sides, they don't all eat people," Barnaby said vaguely. "There's little tiny ones, and miniature schnauzers and things."

He stared at the angel, wondering briefly if he had gone crazy. The paranoid part of his mind had no comment, for once.

He kicked Aziraphale lightly. "Stop that," he said, trying to sound affronted and failing. "I just said I'm not a dog, so I'm not going to eat you. QED."