The Infernal Serpent

That was one time, and Moloch was a bunny, besides. As much as Aziraphale fondly remembers that encounter, he's not assuming that Moloch will always be that sociable.

"Well, so long as it matches his aesthetic," he murmurs with some amusement. He picks up a shoulder perch and gauntlet, both in black, which will be a good fit for Moloch. "I don't see anything jewelry-like here that would -- oh! What about these?" There are some leather ankle leashes that are braided in a light and dark monochrome. "They're much prettier than the traditional ones. What do you think, dear?" He addresses this to the kipine in the cage, holding them up for it to see. "Would you like to wear these?"

Once that's settled, Aziraphale will move on to the section meant for furred creatures to pick up a nice grooming brush for the little bull, something bristly that will give a good scratch. "Depending on how well this goes, I can certainly do that... I would like to see how his pets are getting on, too." He has a feeling he'll see little of Moloch, otherwise.