Aziraphale giggles softly. "I am an angel," he says, with an air of you silly. "My name's Aziraphale, I already said that."

He watches with hesitant curiosity as "Spike" - now there's a name for a hellhound - pulls out a jar of what looks like wine but is obviously not.

"Oh," he says, flushing uncertainly when offered the... apparent delicacy. "Oh, um. No, thank you. I don't." Good grief. He's never even seen Crowley partake in something so blunt. It's not quite demon behavior, though, and he's obviously not a demon. He frowns thoughtfully, then sits forward excitedly. "Are you a vampire?"