Aziraphale huffs quietly but doesn't interrupt the boy. This is so dreadfully embarrassing. Orisa slithers back over to him and nudges his foot lightly. He's just trying to help. Well yes, of course he knows that. And actually it all is rather sensible, and kind besides. He's a nice boy. He can see why Daine likes him.

"A person, more or less," sighs Aziraphale. "He's a demon from my world - we came through together." He waves a hand, at once dismissive and annoyed. "His is a lovely little bird. I suppose because he's such a show-off."

"And he is always thinking away," Orisa points out.

Aziraphale tilts his head from side to side, considering it. "I suppose he is rather birdlike," he says reluctantly.