Loki looked at Aziraphale. "How'd you like it if another manifestation of yourself was hanging around? He's just plain weird. Won't even drink mead! Can you imagine?"

He took a sip from his glass, savouring the taste. "I guess I'll have to find out soon if it's just a front he puts on, some kind of elaborate show, or if the New World really spoils a perfectly good Norse God that badly."