[His only source of information on all things angelic, as if he wouldn't just ask Aziraphale rather than listening to whatever gossip is going around Hell.
Neither of them are especially good at this, but they're at a gala hosted in a little American town, not in the court of some noble, where they'd be expected to do better. They're hardly going to stick out for occasionally fumbling a step or two. He keeps his hand settled sensible on Aziraphale's shoulder, and follows his lead as best he can, even if it's been a while since he's waltzed the woman's part.
He also sticks his tongue out at him, just for a moment.]
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[His only source of information on all things angelic, as if he wouldn't just ask Aziraphale rather than listening to whatever gossip is going around Hell.
Neither of them are especially good at this, but they're at a gala hosted in a little American town, not in the court of some noble, where they'd be expected to do better. They're hardly going to stick out for occasionally fumbling a step or two. He keeps his hand settled sensible on Aziraphale's shoulder, and follows his lead as best he can, even if it's been a while since he's waltzed the woman's part.
He also sticks his tongue out at him, just for a moment.]
Not my fault I'm a serpent, is it?
[That excuse doesn't hold up so well now.]