"You should really come with me, Aziraphale. You've left your glasses in my car." Or else just his boyfriend who for some reason always wore sunglasses. Barty had forgotten why, some medical condition? Whatever, he was just hoping that Aziraphale would pick up on it. That he'd come with and stop listening to anyone else.

"What do you think you are doing, Bartemius?" Gabriel squared his shoulders, showing off his full height and might.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? Literally. Can't even see a thing in here." Barty huffed out in frustration, shaking his head. "I've told you I can pay for your damn electricity. This is ridiculous, are you still praying that God will cough up some money for you? Or better yet, father?"

"Will you stop it with the blasphemous talk in our house? You are not welcome here, not with that ungodly attitude. Reflect and repent, Bartemius! And Aziraphale, you know better than to consort with the likes of him."