"Well, perhaps you're simply more accomplished than I am to not need any of those things," Aziraphale suggested, with a smile. "You certainly look the part. I'm pleased I managed to spark your pity."

One of the things Aziraphale did with his time - because it was his job - was nudge humans. Suggest things. Reminded them that doing good meant being good, and that being good was the closest one could get to spiritual solace. Things like that. Often, Aziraphale had his work cut out for him - but then there were people like this creature, who didn't seem to need much reminding most of the time, if at all. Humans who fought all on their own for their good conscience - he loved that.

"It's, ah, biblical," he said, regarding his name. He blinked, and then tipped his head to the side. "How do you know I'm not British?" he asked, genuinely curious. Because he thought he did it rather well. He'd lived in London long enough, surely!

"Did your fondness for the colour red come before or after the naming?" he wondered, also. "You do seem to pull it off rather well."