Aziraphale paused, tipping his head to the side, slightly, as he eyeballed the man next to him. Yes... Could it be...
"You're Porthos the Musketeer!" He suddenly exclaimed, a good deal louder than a normal person might have. But he was a lover of books and literature. And in fact, he distinctly remembered a particularly sunny afternoon where he'd had a good lunch with Dumas himself.
He leaned forward, waving down the bartender. "I simply must have a drink with you," he said. It was hard to surprise and delight an angel who had been born well before 4004 B.C., but a literary character could do just that for him.
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"You're Porthos the Musketeer!" He suddenly exclaimed, a good deal louder than a normal person might have. But he was a lover of books and literature. And in fact, he distinctly remembered a particularly sunny afternoon where he'd had a good lunch with Dumas himself.
He leaned forward, waving down the bartender. "I simply must have a drink with you," he said. It was hard to surprise and delight an angel who had been born well before 4004 B.C., but a literary character could do just that for him.