"Just the one Devil, actually," mutters Aziraphale.

"The Devil," says Orisa. "More powerful than usss. Caused a lot of bloody damage already."

"We - I held him off," says Aziraphale defensively. "And he's weakened now, it - it's been dealt with. It's fine."

"You're not a very good liar," she chides them. "You know that."

"I'm not lying." He very much dislikes arguing with his soul, he decides, but especially in front of another manifested soul. The owl is watching them much too closely. "I'm allaying concern. Because this is not anyone else's business." He says this firmly, warningly, but Orisa dismisses him with a mild hiss.