"Pretty sure it was the Great Ineffable Plan, yeah. Might even have been the bloody Plan for me and my... friend to stop Armageddon. Bloody irritating not knowing if I'm dancing to the Almighty's tune even when I'm actively trying not to. Like, did the Almighty mean for me to save Job's kids? And his children? But I'd go mad if I thought about it too much, really." Kids meaning the young goats, obviously.

"I've got... my own principles, and I do what I care to, regardless of if it's a bloody Plan or not."

He eyes her glass. "Have you had enough, you think? You do seem a bit... tipsy, already." Even though he can hardly see a reduction in the level of the glass. Maybe she had seconds, he doesn't know. "I haven't had any, because... well, can't do any miracles right now, and I don't fancy having to get sober the human way. I might even get a hangover, and that's just undignified.