Rashad is silent for at least a minute as he simply stares at Aziraphale. A demon that likes the world as it is. An angel that not only tolerates the presence of a demon, but claims it as a friend. The two should be diametrically opposed in all ways. Two complete opposites do not make a single whole.

Disregarding the criticism, he tries to clarify, suddenly doubting a basic assumption he's made about the being in front of him. He knows angels and demons and devils, of course, but it's finally getting through his thick skull that he may not be able to immediately identify those of a different world.

"You are not a devil, are you?"

Because at least a demon and a devil together would make some sense, and a devil might claim to like the grievously imperfect world in its present form.