"Idiot," whispers Orisa, slithering back down toward him. Aziraphale ignores her for the moment, going so far as to take a step away from the tree, toward Illyria, instinctively moving out of Orisa's reach. He can feel her indignant rage the very moment he does so; that he ignores as well.

"You are not the first being I've met who thinks like this," he says dryly. She reminds him altogether too much of Lucifer. She does not frighten him as much, however; if there is residual fear, it is only an effect of the dream. "You'll find I do not submit easily."