"The Nein?" he repeats. "Is that the name of your group of friends?"

Though it's a made-up story, Aziraphale has no clue, hanging on to every word as told so entertainingly by his new companion. The angel loves stories, and it's not often that he gets to hear a myth that's entirely new to him. He smiles, finding the tale very pleasing, not thinking to ask why Molly would choose to tattoo that myth onto his skin, as per his original question. "A clever snake indeed," he says once Molly is done. "I'll have to share that myth with my partner. He has a strong affinity for snakes."

The angel takes a seat across from Molly, sitting with perfect posture. A waiter comes over and drops off a pair of menus, and Aziraphale peruses his immediately. He already knows that he's going to order brioche, but shall he have it as the bread of a sandwich? Or perhaps a roll to eat along a nice cup of soup, or --

Molly's comment has him looking up from the menu and chuckling softly. "It is very tempting, isn't it? But you should eat your fill, dear. What sort of scoundrel would I be if I offered to take someone to lunch and then refused to treat them?"