"What clued you in?" he replies deadpan, smirking as he brings the jar back to his lips. Still, once he's taken a sip he screws the lid back on. Wine seems like the ticket at the moment. He can get back into the blood later.
"Aziraphale," Spike repeats, testing it out. "Sounds like a sneeze."
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"Aziraphale," Spike repeats, testing it out. "Sounds like a sneeze."