Cao Pi isn't so impressed, by the downward twist of his lips. He only spoke to Aziraphale briefly but he's been ready to punt Crowley since the meeting. If only he'd been able to guess that all his secretive muttering in the corner wasn't just him being a gossip. "You are far more generous than I," he says simply. "I'm not sure I know the...do you mean the metal person?"

It's neither here nor there, that's for other people and he's sticking to it. As long as he's sitting there, he's going to try to twist his hair up into some kind of temporary self-sustaining topknot. And fail. "Either way, the spirits in this place are unusual. Despite them having a common appearance, they behave differently in every situation. I don't consider any of them wholly harmless, but I also see signs that not all of them are malevolent." He gives up on his hair and swishes a hand through it. "Pranks aside."