Aziraphale frowned, and walked closer, watching the man grow more and more uncomfortable.

"What sort of questions?" he asked, more gently, as he prepared the small coffee table with a steaming teapot - glancing at Sirius to see if there was any reaction to the miracle - and a pair of teacups and saucers. Milk, cream, sugar all appeared on the table as well, sitting within an antique tea tray.

"If you would like to join me, my dear? I could shut the door too, if you wished. I have the inkling that you may not appreciate interruptions in the conversation we shall have."