[ Oh, Matt is definitely going to have to take advantage here. It's not that he thinks Matt isn't capable - of course he is, it's just. He'd hate to inconvenience him!
He does give Matt a good firm shake, even putting one of his hands over top of Matt's. He might already be gently guiding him. ]
Perhaps just to another room. It's just. I don't want any chance of anyone overhearing. Nothing nefarious, of course, I'm just. Used to it being a secret, after all, it has been for most of my life. But I-- trust you with this, and I feel like I ought not to keep it from you.
[ He opens a room and checks inside and yep, nothing in there but a thin layer of dust. He lets Matt in first and then closes the door, eyes shifting around making sure no one's followed them. Still a little nervous about how he's going to admit this, he nonetheless thinks this might be the easiest way to explain.
Suddenly, there's a sound of a great rustling of feathers, as two great big wings unfurl from Aziraphale's back. ]
Don't be alarmed, but I'm going to touch your hand and you're going to feel feathers.
It's-- it's just. Well, it's my wing. You can check, if you'd like.
[ Aziraphale's body is like anyone else's, but he's ethereally groomed, and there is a sort of radiant warmth in a halo around his head, not quite as strongly shining as he would like, but that clearly doesn't matter here. ]
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He does give Matt a good firm shake, even putting one of his hands over top of Matt's. He might already be gently guiding him. ]
Perhaps just to another room. It's just. I don't want any chance of anyone overhearing. Nothing nefarious, of course, I'm just. Used to it being a secret, after all, it has been for most of my life. But I-- trust you with this, and I feel like I ought not to keep it from you.
[ He opens a room and checks inside and yep, nothing in there but a thin layer of dust. He lets Matt in first and then closes the door, eyes shifting around making sure no one's followed them. Still a little nervous about how he's going to admit this, he nonetheless thinks this might be the easiest way to explain.
Suddenly, there's a sound of a great rustling of feathers, as two great big wings unfurl from Aziraphale's back. ]
Don't be alarmed, but I'm going to touch your hand and you're going to feel feathers.
It's-- it's just. Well, it's my wing. You can check, if you'd like.
[ Aziraphale's body is like anyone else's, but he's ethereally groomed, and there is a sort of radiant warmth in a halo around his head, not quite as strongly shining as he would like, but that clearly doesn't matter here. ]