Belial whipped his head up, sputtering as his hair tangled across his face. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand at the sight of Aziraphale, startled.

"Hello," he replied, a murmur, surprised that he'd been so startled. It wouldn't do to have angels sneaking up on him like that.

Noticing Aziraphale's expression, he beckoned toward the stool next to his. With a tiny gesture, a tub of ice cream nearly identical to his own graced the counter top, complete with a polished silver spoon. "Won't you join me?"

He said, "I've not skill in miracles, but I've still a fair hand at manipulating the fabric of Creation. It'll taste fine." Smiling, he waited expectantly for Aziraphale.