The door shut the moment Sirius assented, and Aziraphale took a seat across from the strange man.

"If that's what you want," the angel told him, picking up his own cup of tea, already made with no puttering around. The bit of spilled tea was already gone with a quick miracle, something he hoped wouldn't unnerve the man too much. Not that it was possible to unnerve him that much more, Aziraphale reasoned.

He sipped his tea quietly, ancient blue eyes focussed on Sirius. "Go ahead," Aziraphale said gently, "I'm listening."