"Oh yes, he's always been a very good boy. He's always..." Aziraphale shivered a little because it was cold and not because he was completely panicking and could hear his brother yell his name from inside the house and oh gosh, he felt like he was going to be sick. He gripped his bag tighter and then blushed aggressively. "Oh no. I'm in my pyjamas... I don't have shoes. I don't have socks! What is he going to think?!"

"I think your boyfriend is coming." Bill remarked as he wound down the window and stuck his head out, looking over at the two and then ducking back in. "Yep. Doesn't look like he used the knife. Also your boyfriend has dorky pyjamas. Brace yourself, mate."