Well, that's one way of putting it, Aziraphale thinks to himself as he hazards a glance upwards, just in case the Almighty feels like contradicting that. "Setting aside the fact that my true form has the potential to cause either rapture or temporary madness, I can't imagine what sort of uproar there'd be for people to find out an angel is living in their midst. But that's what my corporation is for, so I can blend in without anyone noticing." He pauses a moment. "Well, almost anyone. Those with any sort of magical ability can usually sense I'm not all I seem."

The tailor shop also seems to meet with Aziraphale's approval, who smiles at Molly's offer. "I'll be fine waiting, it's no bother." He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a beloved paperback. "I've got a book to keep me company until I have the pleasure of entertaining yours again."