"I am sorry, my dear. But you know, it's not unattainable."

He smiles warmly and takes her hand, laying his other hand over hers too in a gesture, he hopes, of warmth and security. He does care, after all, even if it's rather difficult at times.

"My name is Aziraphale. But you may call me Mr. Fell, if you like. It is delightful to meet you, Miss Shellstrop." And he means it.

After a suitable moment he lets go and gestures.

"Shall we?"