Aziraphale's pleasant smile dissolves at the mention of a cannibalistic angel. "Oh, that must have been Moloch," he says with a sigh and roll of his eyes. "Terribly sorry about that, he's under a curse, although that's no certainly no excuse. Would you like me to say something to him? Which friend of yours was this, if I may ask?"
It really isn't his business, of course, but he's grown... well, fond is not the right word, but he can't think of a better one. He thinks that Moloch has been dealt a terrible hand, and with the right sort of encouragement, could become more than his curse dictates. But he won't get very far if he's attacking Nexus denizens.
"I suppose I ought to inform you that I am also an angel, not of the fallen variety, and not from Lucifer's world," he adds, his smile returning. "You can set it aside and I'll take it once I've made the muffins. Shall we exchange contact information so I know where to bring them?"
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It really isn't his business, of course, but he's grown... well, fond is not the right word, but he can't think of a better one. He thinks that Moloch has been dealt a terrible hand, and with the right sort of encouragement, could become more than his curse dictates. But he won't get very far if he's attacking Nexus denizens.
"I suppose I ought to inform you that I am also an angel, not of the fallen variety, and not from Lucifer's world," he adds, his smile returning. "You can set it aside and I'll take it once I've made the muffins. Shall we exchange contact information so I know where to bring them?"