Aziraphale was more than used to demonically odd demands (candles? Nothing compared to the time Crowley wanted three bottles of wine, some ribbon, chopsticks and a pair of socks - Aziraphale STILL didn't know what for, and that had been three hundred years ago) and abrupt mood swings (Crowley could go from being completely suave and collected to being on the verge of a nervous meltdown to being a complete and utter arse in a matter of minutes). However, he was awfully proud of himself for resisting the urge to chastise Belial for being rude to Gabriel.
He was thankful, however; for a moment there, after Belial had kissed the back of his hand of all things, he had been hard-pressed to find any train of thought he could hop back on to. A patient internal eye-roll at demonic posturing was something very familiar to him.
He smiled and placed a hand on Gabriel's upper arm. "When I go to London to pick up my books, I can look for you, or you can look for yourself if you come along; if it isn't too late by then of course."
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Date: Wednesday, 20 May 2009 14:08 (UTC)He was thankful, however; for a moment there, after Belial had kissed the back of his hand of all things, he had been hard-pressed to find any train of thought he could hop back on to. A patient internal eye-roll at demonic posturing was something very familiar to him.
He smiled and placed a hand on Gabriel's upper arm. "When I go to London to pick up my books, I can look for you, or you can look for yourself if you come along; if it isn't too late by then of course."