[He's not so far gone that he can't manage at least that correction. Though maybe that's helped by the fact this suddenly feels like the sort of thing he has to focus on, his gaze searching Aziraphale's face.]
I'm not — [He doesn't know where that sentence is going. His brow furrows slightly as he licks his lips, caught between the image that Aziraphale has so lovingly supplied him and the unpleasant sensation at the thought of ever hurting him.] I'm a demon, Aziraphale, you should be afraid of my anger.
[Not him, he doesn't want Aziraphale to be afraid of him. But his anger shouldn't be taken lightly.]
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[He's not so far gone that he can't manage at least that correction. Though maybe that's helped by the fact this suddenly feels like the sort of thing he has to focus on, his gaze searching Aziraphale's face.]
I'm not — [He doesn't know where that sentence is going. His brow furrows slightly as he licks his lips, caught between the image that Aziraphale has so lovingly supplied him and the unpleasant sensation at the thought of ever hurting him.] I'm a demon, Aziraphale, you should be afraid of my anger.
[Not him, he doesn't want Aziraphale to be afraid of him. But his anger shouldn't be taken lightly.]