It has been some time since he heard the sound of his real name. It has been less time since he last made a mistake of this magnitude, and he bears Aziraphale's pulling with all the patience an emotionless, inanimate object can bring to bear while rethinking his life choices.

It is strange how he is not experiencing any of the sensations he would expect from being turned into a book, but on further reflection he decides that he does not know what sensations he would expect under these circumstances. This is not acceptable, he informs Aziraphale should the angel bother to read it. I am even less able to function in this format.