"We have our own enemies," he accepted, and pushed up the glasses that hadn't been there a moment ago.

"But perhaps they wouldn't mind a Principality? Particularly, after all, the one that Heaven's currently not speaking to regardless?" His frankness, Aziraphale hoped, would still get his point across. "At the very least, you have my promised help. Hardly the knight in shining white armour, I'm afraid, but perhaps I'll do."