[ Aziraphale tries not to comment on the strange feeling that settles once their conversation is over, taking to have a look around the small establishment, just taking a better survey of what they have, what might need repairing ore reorganizing.
But as he goes about his doings, inspecting one of the books, he can't help but to glance over to Kravitz again.
He does wonder if it's only his impression, not knowing the man that closely yet. But, the more he observes him, the more obvious it is. Enough to eventually break through Aziraphale's own brand of British-style politeness, leading him to quietly approach Kravitz again, arms crossed behind his back.
no subject
But as he goes about his doings, inspecting one of the books, he can't help but to glance over to Kravitz again.
He does wonder if it's only his impression, not knowing the man that closely yet. But, the more he observes him, the more obvious it is. Enough to eventually break through Aziraphale's own brand of British-style politeness, leading him to quietly approach Kravitz again, arms crossed behind his back.
He clears his throat.]