"I'll have to come back and see what they make of my poor coat after they get the blood out but they had this wonderful shirt to replace the ruined one, and how could I say no?" It might be amusing to note, with Aziraphale's thoughts on Crowley, that his companion had a tattoo peeking out from his shirt sleeve, a serpent's head up the back of his hand.

And while the clothiers have Molly's interest, he can happily admit his interest is yanked quite firmly by the wonderful smells the angel is leading him towards, tail twitching behind him not entirely unlike a cat who's attention is piqued.

"Ah. Yes well see there was a gang of slavers that decided to make off with some of our friends. As a general rule we dislike slavers anyways, awful people, but well then they made it personal. Unfortunately as you can see, I didn't come out of it in very good shape."