Aziraphale had frowned at the mention of the American Loki, but pushed it aside and cleared his throat while Michael turned an odd shade of pink. "We were simply gossiping," he said. "You know how it is. A group of ecclectic individuals come to one place and you can't help but comment on some of them."

There was a way to easily change the subject and assure it stayed changed; make Michael angry.

"Like that Duncan fellow," he said. "Am I to understand he claims to be several centuries old?"