"It's nice to see you so enthusiastic about you taking time out of your busy schedule for poor old me," Aziraphale said dryly. "Oh, look, our witty bantering took up the last minute. Fancy," he exclaimed, innocent to the last, as he stood up with a stretch.

"Well, my dear, what shall we do tonight? The same thing we do every night? Dinner in our beloved dining room, going out, takeout... or, a favourite, I believe..." He paused for effect, allowing himself another wide smile. "...room service. What would the brooding, dark demon in the corner leering at me prefer?"