[ Aziraphale was so lovely like that. Passionate and enthusiastic, and then sultry. And then so prim and fussy. There was so much he loved about him, he doesn't know where to start.

Well, he does, actually. He had interrupted his snack after all.

A snap, and the dessert appears on one of his lovely antique breakfast trays, along with a bowl of chips, and two smaller ones full of salsa and queso. ]

And if I recall, you had a dreadful day. Rather impertinent of them, thinking they could buy a book. From a bookshop. I did promise a good pampering.