Oh, no. Corny humor never goes over this angel's head. His grin is bright. "You joke, but I'll observe that at least in my world, both dread and heavenly powers are rather resistant to adopting new technology. Among my peers, I'm considered dreadfully modern for my computer." That's not even touching Crowley with his answerphone.

"I would greatly appreciate it. If you do find anything, a second set of eyes won't hurt." His own little joke given his true form. "I'm Mister Ziraphale." He accepts the address and clips it to the top of his clipboard for safekeeping. Normally, he'd spirit it away somewhere safe. Summoning objects and sending them away seem to be suppressed in this room.

"I truthfully don't know. I don't recall being created at all. I've always been." He knows that can't be completely true, because She came first. It's as close as he can get to describing how it feels. "I'm afraid it would be unethical for me to talk about my dealings with humans. Similar courtesy. I'm sure you understand." To another human not so bad. To whatever power lurks behind that gaze? Absolutely out of the question.