[His head turns to stare at Sam. The movement is completely independent of his body, leaving the rest of him facing Aziraphale without so much as a twitch. He says nothing, and then it snaps back.

March laughs, a sound like rusted metal scraping against stone.]

That depends on you lot. Her Royal Highness wants nothing more than to make your experience a positive one. For everyone who's smart enough to appreciate what they've got here. If they're not?

[March rolls his shoulders back, brushes something off of the fabric on his arms, tugs on his lapels to straighten his suit.]

Holy water is real easy to come by these days.