Aziraphale is, as a rule, polite. Most of the time, anyway, and especially here β lest he offend one of the neighbors and get tranquilized. Or drugged. Or both.
Or worse, even.
The good thing is, his demeanor and dress have lent themselves well to this era, this place; he blends in so well that without his accent, he'd easily be mistaken for a local. And he likes them well enough, is the thing, except for when they're being creepy. But nobody's perfect, and his experiences back home... may have contributed to a slightly twisted sense of what The Powers That Be should or shouldn't be able to do.
Anyway, the point is: He's usually polite, except for sometimes.
Like now.
As he stares openly at Pam from his own seat, fork in hand, one eyebrow arched high.
every cloud...
Or worse, even.
The good thing is, his demeanor and dress have lent themselves well to this era, this place; he blends in so well that without his accent, he'd easily be mistaken for a local. And he likes them well enough, is the thing, except for when they're being creepy. But nobody's perfect, and his experiences back home... may have contributed to a slightly twisted sense of what The Powers That Be should or shouldn't be able to do.
Anyway, the point is: He's usually polite, except for sometimes.
Like now.
As he stares openly at Pam from his own seat, fork in hand, one eyebrow arched high.