"It's not a doctor instinct, it's a mother instinct," Aziraphale corrected teasingly, with a wink for Bel. "Feel free to raid the kitchen as well, my dear, if you like."

Standing, he leaned over and gave Bel a very quick gentle around his shoulders, quick enough that hopefully the young man wouldn't be too much bothered by the contact. "Anything at all you need, you just say so."