Aziraphale shrugs. "He probably feels right at home with the architecture."

"Oh, I'm sure they're both extremely competitive about it. I have a lovely set in my bookshop, but I don't play it much. I don't know if Crowley and I have ever finished a game." Probably because they spend the entire time talking and drinking and lose track of whose turn it is.

The angel looks confused a moment before he realizes that Abigor is referring to him as family. The idea of being accepted by a group of celestial beings is still so novel to him, and he smiles brightly without realizing it. "Well, then let's get to it, shall we?" He stands up and straightens his bowtie. "It will be a pleasure to meet him."