[He's quite fortunate his jaw cannot unhinge in this form, because it just might've hit the ground if it could.]

Not do ducks, we feed ducks. I can't believe I'm having this argument right now. Aziraphale and I are just friends. Best friends. There's no doing of any ducks or other feathered-- They're just dates. DUCKS! They're just ducks! That's it.

[The demon drags a hand down his face, recomposing himself with an entirely optional breath and refits his glasses over his eyes before opening them again.]

Do your parents know you're talking to strange people in blueberry patches? I have half a mind to tattle.