Aziraphale spares Mal a very nearly contemptuous glance at the mocking, too-familiar tone of 'angel' - only Crowley can call him that, thank you very much, and he's been known to punch people for the infraction - but it's hardly important now. The man is angry, that is no surprise - and Aziraphale doesn't like having to revoke anyone's bodily autonomy, but he wasn't really left with any other choice.

He hugs Melanie close, feeling an intense warmth for her in spite of everything around them, and letting that warmth spread a little to her. "Of course," he murmurs.

He shifts her to one arm, a rather difficult task when he is also supporting the weight of a large ball python and a very fluffy owl, and lowers one hand to make a dismissive, inconsequential gesture at the man behind him. He would never be so cruel as to let the man wait the dream out frozen like that - he'll make his own misery sure enough.

He releases Mal with the gesture, and in the next moment he, Melanie, and their companions are all gone.