"Ah, yes, well." Aziraphale waves a dismissive hand. He has a great deal more on his mind, suddenly, than magical texts from other worlds or whether he should ask Crowley to join him for a drink tonight. If anyone ought to be invested in fictional characters seeing out their plots, it should be him -- but these people are, abruptly, real, or real enough. Claudius is Crowley's friend¹. Aziraphale likes Nightingale very much. Ineffability, all over again.

"I'll need to speak with Crowley about this," he says, then.

¹Sigh.