Ah. It's always strange when a human lands so squarely on that sort of... Head Office energy. Management. Things that seem barbed head-on, harmless looking back, quickly moved past.

He doesn't know much about human-rearing, but it's never left him feeling lovely professionally, so. There's that.

"Doctor Whitly," Aziraphale corrects, taking Martin's hand. Easy enough concession. He glances between the two of them. "I suppose I technically am people, but I'm sure I'd still like to keep you company. If you don't mind. Due diligence to a... genetic curiosity."

That seems like a fine enough way to put it. Humany.