Oh, Heaven forbid we wear cream linen in winter.

[This is privately amusing to him, considering Aziraphale's propensity towards both cream and linen, regardless of season.

Which, speak of the devil.]

My husband doesn't get to have an opinion about my clothes. Not that he'd give a shit, he's just as used to me being a bloke.

[They had, briefly, tried to play at not knowing each other, but it had become obvious fairly quickly that no one was going to buy it.]