"Yes, yes, laugh yourself to death," says Aziraphale bitterly. Bayan's comeback startles him, and he looks at her with an almost wounded expression.

"I wasn't trying to be rude," he protests. "I only wanted to see. Bayan, then? I do apologize. You're very lovely." A bit of flattery and a bit of truth. She is beautiful. He is not jealous, no, not him, but it's impossible not to notice nonetheless.

"Here." He holds out a hand, encouraging, a little peace offering. "If you would be so kind?"