[Aziraphale visibly jumps in surprise at being so suddenly addressed. He looks around in confusion, as though to find the true person who was supposed to receive that question. Then, failing to find them, he responds with an altogether uncertain tone, clearly not used to talking to strangers out of the blue.]
I beg your pardon... But you're asking me for advice on what sort of adjective you ought to be using?
[The very idea that some stranger would address him out of nowhere while he was just trying to enjoy a strong cup of tea and the morning crossword seemed unfathomable to him, as though he'd thought of himself as completely invisible to the world at large.]
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I beg your pardon... But you're asking me for advice on what sort of adjective you ought to be using?
[The very idea that some stranger would address him out of nowhere while he was just trying to enjoy a strong cup of tea and the morning crossword seemed unfathomable to him, as though he'd thought of himself as completely invisible to the world at large.]