This offer was a kind one and brought a certain quickened patter to his heart, just as those fingers reaching up for his cheek had... oh, if they had only landed! But, he should confess shouldn't he? It seemed wrong some how to have Aziraphale spend money to replace something that he would so rarely use.

"It wasn't mine really. Lost and found at the Gardens. It had been there for months and when this happened," He tilted his head so that the strangely familiar marking was more visible to the tender man on his arm, "last Tuesday evening there were side effects I had to play with. If I hadn't just given the lighter away I could show you. I can't burn, Angel. I can stick my hand right in the middle of a flame and there's nothing."