Barty grabbed Aziraphale's arm as soon as he was close enough, using the grip to pull the boy behind himself. He had firmly planted himself between Aziraphale and the others, raising his eyebrows. "I'm as blood related to him as you are, he is sixteen, and you are keeping him in a house without electricity and heating. Try and sue me over this. Report me. See what happens. Because he doesn't want any of your sanctimonious, hypocritical bullshit."

He could see how close Gabriel was to exploding, so he did take one step back, just to be out of immediate fist range. "So, yeah. He is queer. Gay. Homosexual. He's in love with a boy. A boy that's worried for him and loves him back. That's a more healthy relationship than any of you lot have managed. Fancy that."

"Aziraphale. If you leave now, there is no going back. You aren't just turning your back on us, you are turning your back on God. On Heaven." Gabriel said it with forced calm. "We want what is best for you."

"You can't trust that snake, Aziraphale. I don't know how Bartemius has managed to poison your mind, but he's a sinner. He is evil. You know that!" Sandalphon thought it was obvious. "He's probably going to-- Going to make you a concubine!"

"Ew." Barty wasn't sure what else to say to that. "What's wrong with you, mate? Seriously."