It was as proper, if sodden, a glare as Aziraphale could muster, which meant it resembled more of a malicious squint.
He saw Ligur's smirk, and, instead of stepping away, he stepped forward. The smirk was making him unaccountably angry. He didn't like that.
"Hello, Ligur, Hastur," he said, frostily. "Been doused with holy water of late? Trapped in any good Ansaphones, by chance? Or have you been too busy snogging in the shadows with your partner here? And, really, do grow up and stop calling it 'lurking'; it's childish."
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It was as proper, if sodden, a glare as Aziraphale could muster, which meant it resembled more of a malicious squint.
He saw Ligur's smirk, and, instead of stepping away, he stepped forward. The smirk was making him unaccountably angry. He didn't like that.
"Hello, Ligur, Hastur," he said, frostily. "Been doused with holy water of late? Trapped in any good Ansaphones, by chance? Or have you been too busy snogging in the shadows with your partner here? And, really, do grow up and stop calling it 'lurking'; it's childish."