Despite himself, Aziraphale might look a little smug as the books continue to resist chaotically well to be being righted into piles. There's a certain degree of Schadenfreude in standing here, offering no help, that reminds him of watching Crowley be outdone by his own foolish demonic endeavors. He does pity her a little, because it'd be a betrayal of his angelic nature not to, but only a little. It's not like she's being hurt by the task--wounded pride excluded.
The cursing itself has little effect on him except to make him frown a scolding little frown-pout, as if to say now that's not very nice in a patronizing sort of way.
"Of course not," he agrees. Definitely not said for his benefit at all. She is a curious creature. Caustic, rude, and amusing.
He does, however, wince in sympathy for her toe.
"I can't say anything for ghost containment," he says, "but I could offer some help with warding glypics. Possible they might be adapted for ghosts; my studies were in demonic wards and that's a whole different kind of otherworldly entity. At least demons are rather ...material."
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The cursing itself has little effect on him except to make him frown a scolding little frown-pout, as if to say now that's not very nice in a patronizing sort of way.
"Of course not," he agrees. Definitely not said for his benefit at all. She is a curious creature. Caustic, rude, and amusing.
He does, however, wince in sympathy for her toe.
"I can't say anything for ghost containment," he says, "but I could offer some help with warding glypics. Possible they might be adapted for ghosts; my studies were in demonic wards and that's a whole different kind of otherworldly entity. At least demons are rather ...material."