"Worm?!" Orisa echoes in outrage, just as Aziraphale pulls her closer and cries, "No!"

"How dare you," Orisa continues, aflame with the same pride that Aziraphale feels all too often. "That's royal bloody python to you. And he does not control me. We are equals. Or are you too thick to realize that, even after what your beast has been through?"

"This is not helping!" Aziraphale snaps sharply under his breath, holding her tightly. To Illyria, he says, "There's no need for any more violence. Let's just - let's be reasonable, for goodness' sake."