Aziraphale just smiles in return, and manifests the keys in his palm. "Outer door, this door, and mailbox," he says as he hands them to Daine. "Er, none of us get much mail here, so... it'll probably just be restaurant menus and credit card offers."

He steps in with them, looking around at the furnishings. "Is there anything else you need?" he asks, heading over to the bed and fluffing the pillows absently.