Aziraphale beamed a bit at Raphael's newfound complaince and began bustling about after miracling his mentor a warm cup of hot chocolate and pressing it into his hands.

"And so I arrived here only a month or so ago, I lose track of such things," he chatted gaily as he cleaned, on his hands and knees scrubbing the carpet, "and while I admit it has been rather vexing, all in all the experience hasn't been terrible. Now, regarding all of these blood spills, I can see with my eyes that you are on the road to recovery, but how did this all come about? Of course if you wish it to be a secret I shall keep it so."