The Infernal Serpent

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Aziraphale replies warmly, touched by the offer. He doubts that Crowley will yell at a plant of Lucifer's, even one given as a holiday gift. "Just be aware that we keep all our plants indoors."

Just when Aziraphale thinks he's grown accustomed to the differences between their worlds, he's thrown another curveball and needs some time to adjust. Lucifer's sympathetic look and change of subject help the angel calm himself back down. "Well, that's... that's very generous of you, to give him that chance. I can't imagine any of Crowley's former colleagues extending the same courtesy."

Aziraphale's main concern is with the poor human woman caught up in all of his. He lets out a single nervous giggle upon hearing that she's religious, having flashbacks to Saint Teresa of Avila. Why was it the religious ones who had the strongest fantasies of angels? "Well, if there's anything I can do to help put her at ease, do let me know."