[ Well, usually this is the part where he'd perform a small miracle or something, except that he'd rarely ever done this before.

He supposes that, should this not work out, he could always just have Matt believe this is all a dream, and then carry him back to the village and tuck him into bed. Would that work? Matt having a nap in the middle of the day. Ah, he'd have to throw in some persuasions that he'd been exhausted--

--But he's getting ahead of himself. No, he thinks, erasing someone's memories is really a rude thing to do. Deep breath in. Okay, Aziraphale, you can do this. ]

Well, that is because all angels have them, you see.

Mine aren't particularly special. In fact, I haven't groomed them for some time, you must pardon the mess.

[ He worries his hands together as he explains: ]

It's just. Quite a cruel charade, I think, to make you believe I'm ordained.