Oh. That I'm refusing to be nice, but am straining something trying to be not un-nice tone and expression were painfully familiar, even if the face and situation were not. The young man was obviously in need of a friend, if he was challenging random classmates to undetermined games. The angel could certainly attempt to help in that regard, now that it didn't seem like discorporation was going to be an issue.

"Right. Well," Aziraphale gathered his cards back into a stacked deck and turned back towards the boy, offering a handshake. "That's at least a little better." A PLEASE would have been too much to ask for, he supposed. "My name is Mr. Fell. May I at least know the name of my opponent and the game he wishes to challenge me to?"