He frowned, embarrassed to realize he'd only now thought of it. "I suppose it might be prudent to mention I did study law." Though he agreed. Lawyers and politicians. Truly some of the most consistent evils the world had to offer.

"Oh, Anthony." That kind of quiet fear hadn't been his intention at all, and Aziraphale realized that until they had this sorted out (at least; though maybe forever), he would have to be very careful teasing about the whole demon thing. Anthony had taken it to heart, and he had to wonder if Anthony was keeping to himself any of the more terrible details of being damned. Putting down the box of crackers, he reached for Anthony's face and cupped his narrow, bony cheeks in hand. "I suspect, if you had it, my soul would have been given willingly, like one gives a heart."

But that was sentimental speculation, and he wanted to offer Anthony more concrete evidence. What might their memories hold to reassure him?