The Principality was stammering. And trembling. Even if he wasn't able to sense that the other was not being completely honest, Aziraphael's body gave him away.

The other angel seemed to have recovered himself and was speaking normally. Perhaps the best thing to do was wait for the angel to get some wine in him and loosen up a bit more.

"Well done," Gabriel murmured. "Might I ask how you save those millions of tarnished souls at one time?"