Aziraphale beamed at him. "Oh, I can tell you all sorts of stories my dear, but this blood isn't going to get out on its own. Or, rather, it could, but that's cheating and we all know it." He smiled at him reassuringly. "Besides, you know how much I enjoy cleaning. As much as I know it was necessary, allowing my bookstore to get so dusty was driving me mad. Allow me to tidy up and I'll tell you as many stories as you'd like."