"Cocoa," he said simply, opening the door wider to let him in. "Two marshmallows."

It was then that he realized in horror that there were still blood spots staining carpet in gruesome patterns and his shredded clothes had not budged from the pile by the bed.

"On second thought..." He started nudging Aziraphale out the door, grateful that he had kept his light switched off. "Let's go somewhere! I've been stuck in this room for days and... erm..."

Raphael may have been the best hugger in all of creation, but he was also the worst liar.