Aziraphale was under the sinking suspicion that the weight of everything was coming down on him at this very moment, as he was starting to tremble slightly and was stammering like a young, guilty child. He took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. Yes, he was tired; yes, he was in danger; yes, he had been uprooted rather abruptly; yes, he was now in the company of two beings who could kill him easily (although only one of them would likely find cause to). He would not have a panic attack. He simply wouldn't. He willed his corporation to agree with him.
He put on his best smile. "Crowley - that is his name," he explained to Gabriel, "actually is quite good at his job; he tends to think very broadly, attempting to tarnish millions of souls at a time instead of damning one soul at a time. In fact, if not for me, I dare say most of London would be Damned by now." Me and Crowley's ridiculously short attention span, he admitted to himself.
He stared at the wine bottle Belial was twirling. "And I meant no offense to you personally, of course, Mr. Belial. But... well, I'm sure you bear no great love for angels either. You understand."
There. Nicely recovered. With a little wine and chocolate mousse he should be back to normal. Also, that wine looked downright delicious, and Aziraphale made a mental note to bring down his trade when he got the chance.
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Date: Sunday, 31 May 2009 23:09 (UTC)He put on his best smile. "Crowley - that is his name," he explained to Gabriel, "actually is quite good at his job; he tends to think very broadly, attempting to tarnish millions of souls at a time instead of damning one soul at a time. In fact, if not for me, I dare say most of London would be Damned by now." Me and Crowley's ridiculously short attention span, he admitted to himself.
He stared at the wine bottle Belial was twirling. "And I meant no offense to you personally, of course, Mr. Belial. But... well, I'm sure you bear no great love for angels either. You understand."
There. Nicely recovered. With a little wine and chocolate mousse he should be back to normal. Also, that wine looked downright delicious, and Aziraphale made a mental note to bring down his trade when he got the chance.