This encounter is starting to give Tyzias flashbacks to her clique on Alternia. Forget Pallidus's passing resemblance to Sore-Gor. Trading passive-aggressive barbs with an irritatingly posh man who refuses to help Tyzias with backbreaking physical labor while dangling study tips in front of her like a carrot is much more reminiscent of the little weasel than the surprisingly polite demon that she met earlier that night.

Which is why Tyzias is somewhat suspicious of Aziraphale's motives here. "And what kind of favor am I supposed to do for you in exchange for this helpful information?" She rolls her eyes and huffs. "Please. I'm not going to fall for the classic, 'oh I did you a small favor literally one time so now I'm going to hound you every waking hour until you snap from the strain and do some ridiculous fetch quest for me' gambit. If you weren't going to fucking help me with this mess, there's no way you'd offer something I want for free."