"The former?" A combination thereof, Aziraphale scolded himself silently, and then coughed, straightened himself up, and looked at Adam. He hadn't done anything wrong.

Or so Aziraphale hoped.

"We were, actually, planning to discard of these, to a location where they'd have far less chances of discovery. I didn't think that having these where anyone could access them -" and really, with Hastur, and Ligur, and Beelzebub, and Mictain, and War, and any number of unknown entities that may find it amusing to detonate one of these- "was the best idea."

He picked up the warhead. "So ta."