[He huffs, displeased and quite frankly still a little on edge, but soon complies. The loss of Aziraphale's hand is mourned, but on the other hand, he can at least wriggle off his leather trousers, so. A net positive, maybe, and also incidentally hello, here he is, entirely without clothes, because who wears underwear, it surely isn't him.]
You were eating crepes. I don't know what you expected from me.
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You were eating crepes. I don't know what you expected from me.