It's not the question that Crowley means to ask, but Aziraphale answers it anyway, distracted as he is by his memories of that time. "I never pass up the opportunity to meet a great writer, my dear, you know that. And Oscar was particularly charming." A wistful expression passes over his face as he plucks up a roll with his chopsticks and delicately dips it into his soy sauce. "He was very generous with his first editions. It's why I have the collection I do."

He takes a break from his reverie to enjoy a bite of sushi, humming contentedly and then washing it down with a sip of sake. It's only when Crowley speaks again that he remembers the original purpose of his friend's questioning. "What, the dancing, or the club itself? The dancing was very popular. I never lacked for a partner, even when I was only learning."

The last is said in all innocence, perhaps with a touch of confusion. Oh, he knew what some of the men were implying when they asked him to dance, but he never entirely grasped why they would show such interest in him. "I wish you had been there," he says suddenly. "You, ah... well, you would have liked it."