Aziraphale purses his lips together in silent agreement. Learning about Moloch's creation was quite the blow to his opinion of Lucifer's God, which was already rather low. How could He be so cruel? One does not need to be denied happiness and joy to tend to another's sorrow.

When Lucifer lays her head upon the bar, Aziraphale gives her hand a squeeze and gently pats her shoulder. "There, there, dear. I'm here to assist you in any way I can. I'm certain that between the two of us, we can change Moloch's fate." All the hope that Moloch was denied, Aziraphale has in spades, and he's happy to share it.