Aziraphale blinks at the sight of her wings. "My dear, there's nothing demonic about them at all. They're lovely." Perhaps this is why Lucifer teases her about hiding her wings, as he'd rather see her show them off proudly. They're nothing to be ashamed of.

The angel blushes and smiles, very obviously in love. "Well, his hair is not nearly so curly as yours when it's long. He kept a braid in his hair in Mesopotamia, I've only seen it like that occasionally since, when it was in fashion."