It is surprising how many objects one touches in a day, particularly when one engages in battle with the front door to one's apartment. His face is at least mostly clear, but his arms are a mass of flotsam and it is fortunate he was wearing long trousers when he first noticed his most recent troubles.

"My abilities have not had the desired effect," replies Rashad. The doorknob might look a bit scorched should Aziraphale examine it more closely, and Rashad isn't going to bother to demonstrate the utter lack of effect of going intangible. "I cannot function like this, and your abilities are less limited than mine."