Alex offered his hand to Zira, wanting to touch the angel. His eyes closed at the contact. There was sin, certainly, but it wasn't as overwhelming as he'd expected. He couldn't have described what he felt, it seemed almost intangible.
Aziraphale. He knew the name. Aziraphale. He'd been the angel trusted to guard the Gate to Eden. Eden. Alex drew in a breath. "And what if I fail?" Alex asked, turning his attention to Crowley, though he continued to hold the angel's hand. "What of me, then?"