"I'm Aziraphale and I'm eight years old." Aziraphale introduced as he sat in his brother's lap and watched the two men curiously. He had no idea what was happening, everything had been difference since he got punished. He was bad and Barty was worried, he wasn't home and everything was different. He barely slept last night, what with their daring escape and then sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. It was a lot at once.

He felt Barty hold him tighter and he looked tentatively at Holden.

"Barty is a really good brother, he's just taking care of me. We aren't doing anything bad, I swear." He didn't want anyone to misunderstand Barty, he was a lot nicer than he looked.