"Oh," says Aziraphale to the interloper's back. Luo Binghe, was it? He's changed his fashion entirely since the last time Aziraphale saw him, but then, Crowley had to inexpertly explain the plot of some film called Fight Club to Aziraphale over their drinks in the back of the café.

"Well," he says, "all right. If you'd rather." He slides the little water pistol full of holy water back into his pocket.