"No, I will not be quiet just so you can continue causing mayhem," Aziraphale retorts, placing his hands on his hips and stomping his own foot in return. "I don't want you biting anyone."

A drunk party goer dressed in an FBI (female body inspector) jacket and shades takes a moment to guffaw at Aziraphale. "A magician arguing with his rabbit! Haw, how pathetic. Don't quit your day job, mate."

As the man wanders off, presumably looking for a body to inspect, Aziraphale glances down at Moloch and clears his throat. "Almost anyone," he amends quietly.