Aziraphale laughed. "A very high ledge, behind both bulletproof glass and a warding circle, and a couple of miles away. We can use a pair of binoculars. I'm sure we won't miss much."
Aziraphale merely nodded; paranoia and demons seemed to go hand-in-hand, like coffee and chocolate, or salt and eggs.
He gnawed on his lower lip at that. "I'd considered that already," he admitted. "But it simply doesn't make sense. The confederate bit, that is. Not with whom I've been associating with, anyway." Barnaby seemed to be estranged from his coworkers, after all, and Crowley seemed to have been sleeping the entire time they had been here. "I imagine he's trying to lull me, as you said. That makes sense. I merely wanted a second opinion, that's all, dear. Thank you."
He gave him a thankful smile, to hopefully assuage some of the awkwardness.
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Date: Thursday, 25 February 2010 17:56 (UTC)Aziraphale merely nodded; paranoia and demons seemed to go hand-in-hand, like coffee and chocolate, or salt and eggs.
He gnawed on his lower lip at that. "I'd considered that already," he admitted. "But it simply doesn't make sense. The confederate bit, that is. Not with whom I've been associating with, anyway." Barnaby seemed to be estranged from his coworkers, after all, and Crowley seemed to have been sleeping the entire time they had been here. "I imagine he's trying to lull me, as you said. That makes sense. I merely wanted a second opinion, that's all, dear. Thank you."
He gave him a thankful smile, to hopefully assuage some of the awkwardness.