"Ex-act-ly," he draws out the word for aforementioned dramatic effect, looking ever so pleased despite the rather morbid situation. Clever angel, always knew he had it in him.

"Can't imagine why, but this whole place is an enigma wrapped in a whatsit."

His wide grin drops, a frown creasing his brow, his fingers drumming anxiously on Aziraphale's shoulder as the gears in his head turn.

"It's clearly meant to be unsettling, right? But the thing that gets me is that it's messing with our perception - usually that shouldn't be possible. Makes you think, doesn't it?"

He casts Aziraphale a sidelong glance.

"What else am I seeing that's different to what you're seeing and all that."