"Uh-huh. Sure, likely story. Come in, tell your brother where you're actually going." Because he knew where to get the paper and, no, it didn't necessitate walking for the twenty minutes Aziraphale must have been walking already. Barty leaned back, raising his eyebrows. "Relax. It's not as if I'm about to talk to any of the others. Your secret's safe with me."

They wouldn't even engage with him, even if he for some weird reason felt a need to rat on Aziraphale. Which he very much did not. "You have to work on your poker face though, if you're hoping to get away with anything."

He gestured. "Get in."