Aziraphale laughed politely for a second and then he realised what had been said and froze, reeling back in absolute horror. How the heck did he know? Was he a mind reader? Oh no, was he getting obvious? Did his family know?! How did he stop -- seeming, well, you know, that way inclined? "I'm not--" Well, he was, he had just never told anyone but Barty so he had no idea how to approach it. "I've never been..."

He answered weakly, clearly flustered as all hell, his face going red. He was finally at that point in life. His family wanted him to get a wife and instead, here he was, with a great big sign over his head. Aziraphale - gayest boy in town.

"Uncle, LOOK!" Adam interrupted, holding up the book he'd picked. "This one!"