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Aziraphale has always been on the formal side of etiquette throughout history, his manners thoroughly cemented in the Victorian Era. But Lucifer makes a good point that Moloch will be able to sense his aura, anyway, so he won't catch him by surprise. "Fair enough, dear. You know him better than I do."

"That's not a bad idea, actually. Do you think Moloch will wear the proper equipment?" He's not naive to Moloch's propensity for self-harm and does not like the idea of him letting the owl-like creature inadvertently scratch him with its talons. But leather ties on the kipine's feet will make it clear that it belongs to someone. "We'll see what they have."

The sections of the store are more or less organized by the type of pet, although such distinctions can get a little hazy in the Nexus. Aziraphale heads towards the bird (or 'feathered creature' as it is labeled) section, as that applies to both animals to some extent. He picks up grooming supplies for their wings, then heads over to the falconry equipment. "When we do a little more research for these two, I'd like to learn how quickly they'll grow. Moloch will need to come back here at some point... or I can for him, if he doesn't want to." The florescent lights and cheerful music playing over the speakers might grate on the angel's nerves.