If it's any consolation, Aziraphale doesn't seem genuinely annoyed by the trolling. He's used to it, apparently the sort to attract such tomfoolery. He does appreciate the change in Balthazar's demeanor when he relates his very personal anecdote, although his eyes do narrow briefly at the cough. There's nothing funny about ill-fitting trousers.
"It wasn't brave," he says with a sigh as he pulls out the chair behind his counter and sinks into it. "It was reckless. Oscar was brilliant and charming and witty, but he was human. I can only imagine what Gabriel would have said had he caught me doing that with my Heaven-issued vessel." He finishes off his glass with a gloomy expression on his face. Honestly, what had he been thinking? That clever conversation would translate into physical attraction? He was desperate, is what he was. Crowley was off sulking or sleeping because Aziraphale wouldn't give him holy water, and Aziraphale was so lonely. He had no one to talk to who really understood him. Oscar came close, but...
He reaches for the bottle of whiskey and pours himself another glass. "I realize that over six thousand years of indoctrination can cloud one's judgement, but I've given this a lot of thought over the years. Romance -- with or without sex -- simply isn't for me." And hoping that will be the end of it, he brings the tumbler up to this lips --
Wait. "What do you mean the way he acts around me?" He sets the glass back down and blinks at Balthazar in confusion.
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Date: 2019-10-08 09:02 pm (UTC)"It wasn't brave," he says with a sigh as he pulls out the chair behind his counter and sinks into it. "It was reckless. Oscar was brilliant and charming and witty, but he was human. I can only imagine what Gabriel would have said had he caught me doing that with my Heaven-issued vessel." He finishes off his glass with a gloomy expression on his face. Honestly, what had he been thinking? That clever conversation would translate into physical attraction? He was desperate, is what he was. Crowley was off sulking or sleeping because Aziraphale wouldn't give him holy water, and Aziraphale was so lonely. He had no one to talk to who really understood him. Oscar came close, but...
He reaches for the bottle of whiskey and pours himself another glass. "I realize that over six thousand years of indoctrination can cloud one's judgement, but I've given this a lot of thought over the years. Romance -- with or without sex -- simply isn't for me." And hoping that will be the end of it, he brings the tumbler up to this lips --
Wait. "What do you mean the way he acts around me?" He sets the glass back down and blinks at Balthazar in confusion.