The Infernal Serpent

Aziraphale blinks. Had a few what? Parties? No, he means drinks! "The alcohol here is very good," he says by way of explanation. "And I don't think it's possible to be in the same room as Beelzebub and not be at least a little intoxicated."

He says the latter with obvious affection; hard to believe that this is the same Aziraphale who was all in a tizzy over Balthazar being intimate with Lucifer several months ago. He's practically family now.

"Truth," he repeats, furrowing his brows together as he thinks of something to ask. He's actually a little relieved that Balthazar didn't say 'dare', he's not as good at coming up with those, although it would have likely been very ordinary, no counting stars business or other feats of celestial endurance.

After a long moment, the angel's entire face lights up as he comes up with a question that seems suitable for this sort of a parlor game. "Alright! Who was the first human you ever kissed?" Then he sits back, pleased as punch, waiting for his friend to answer.