"Oooh, yes that's an additional complication it would seem." Molly mused, considering the angel. He had no idea if angels back home had the same restriction but it also seemed such a bother. "Well I for one certainly prefer my brains unscrambled so appreciate this charming corporation of yours."

The similarity to Caleb in that assurance with Aziraphale's book just earned a short laugh as the tiefling gave a little showy bow. "And people say I'm charming! Well I'll leave you to your surely lovely companion."

And truly it didn't take too long- maybe fifteen minutes or so before Molly reappeared from the shop, sans his coat, with a sky blue shirt instead of the white one he'd worn before. And it seemed he was utterly unable to own unadorned clothing- this one had gold embroidery picked up the sleeves, all manner of constellations and astrological symbolism. "All set and positively famished! Shall we be off?" He asked with a grin and a gallant offer of his arm to the angel.