Aziraphale felt awful about being relieved that he - and misery apparent - were being left alone that he sat, quietly, nodding to the conversation thus far, and turned to Uriel when she spoke.

"I think it may have been a figure of speech," he said gently, as somewhat of an apology for sending the group's attention her way.

"Loki, my dear, your hair is very - well, you have some. Why the change of style?"