Oh, no, this is fine. I can work with this.

[His eyes seem to glitter for a moment, and he looms over the wilted plant. Trust him, Aziraphale. This is something he's really, really good at.]

I don't think it's too far into the woods yet. And, hm, if it is... [He touches one of the leaves. Strangely, it almost appears to shiver against his hand.]

Well, that would just be terribly disappointing, wouldn't it.