"Always been a bit snake-y, me. Sss'all that zipping through wormholes - the event horizons gave us all a bit of a stretched quality."

The image of a serpentine Aziraphale, all white and cream , struggling to figure out basic snaking is so delightful, that it pushes away the darker feelings as to why the Almighty had forced him into this shape to begin with. Crawl on your belly in the dirt and eat ash, indeed.

A chuckle causes a ripple through his coils that had slowly been wrapping around Aziraphale, and Crowley settles again, warm and comfortable.

"You're lucky no one put you on a sheet of silk and satin. Absolute nightmare."