Aziraphale shuts his eyes briefly at that, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to ward off a headache. "It's a little more complicated than that," he murmurs wearily. "But yes, I imagine that situation has been resolved. Lucifer does his best to keep Moloch's darkest impulses under control."

He drops his hand, smoothing out his expression. No need to saddle Ben with celestial drama. "Well -- hmm. I would not necessarily call my fellow angels unpleasant. Dogmatic, perhaps. A bit too paternalistic towards humans. And a few can be a little heavy-handed when it comes to smiting. But the celestial angels on Lucifer's world, at least as he describes them to me, are far more rigid and controlling. I'm, ah, semi-retired, actually, due to some philosophical differences with Heaven."

Aziraphale sets down his bubble tea (now mostly ice and a few stray pearls) so that he can pull out his own PINpoint. He enters his contact information into Ben's PINpoint and then hands it back with is own so that Ben can do the same. "Oh, splendid. I can come by tomorrow, if that's all right with you."