"I got like ten pairs of them." That wasn't even an exaggeration. "They were on sale. With those thingies on the side, had to get them." What were those thingies even called? Blinders? Maybe something that made him sound less like a horse? He'd stick with thiniges until he could think of a better word.

"I gotta wear them." Talk about boring topics. He had no idea whether Aziraphale knew that he had to wear glasses or not. It wasn't really all that important. Not as important as a good Christian boy with a moral crisis, anyway. "You can talk to me, y'know. About your decisions. I'll be your shoulder devil."

He smiled, hoping it'd be taken as a joke.