[If he notices Sam's attempts to weaken his grip, he doesn't give any indication. His body might as well be stone. Aziraphale's strength pushes him back, and still, his grip holds. His arm snaps in, using Sam as a shield between himself and Aziraphale.
His grip tightens.]
You remember how long humans can go without breathing, Aziraphale? Let's count and see.
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His grip tightens.]
You remember how long humans can go without breathing, Aziraphale? Let's count and see.