"Well, he... I mean, he's meant to be," says Aziraphale, frowning and stuffing his hands into his pockets. "But he and I, we've both... gone native, as it were. Spent enough time around the humans that, well, we've grown to rather like the Earth. In our own ways. And... that's what happened."

He's not sure how much more he wants to share with this creature. Since it's already been well established just how little Rashad actually understands or respects boundaries. This is starting to feel too personal. He shifts his weight awkwardly, wanting to escape, not for the first time tonight, and not for the last either.