"I'm sorry. I'm usually a good boy, I never get into trouble. I just did bad. I didn't mean to do bad... I won't ever do it again." Given how bad he was, he felt it was good that he had been punished. Now he could properly reflect and repent, even if his bottom and back were sore. "They say the true way to get close to Christ is to suffer."

Or, at least, Sandalphon had said as much to him.

Looking ahead, Aziraphale squinted at the sign posts. "Are we in London?" They didn't live in London so why had they come all the way here? He pressed himself against the window suddenly. "Soho, London. It says London for sure, Bartemius!"