"Ah, you know. I've heard that sometimes when you live with people you like them a lot less than you would normally."

Not that she'd know. She has roommates that would be strange by anyone's definition, back home. Or had, she supposes. Here in town, she just has Cas and he isn't around enough in the house for her to form a good or bad opinion. They just are. It's not a bad arrangement by any stretch of the imagination.

"But I'm glad you get along." Ellever glances at him curiously. "Aziraphale... tries?"

What does that mean?