Although he was trying not to let his expression betray him, Atem found the other's predicament mildly amusing. It was only a bowtie and nothing to fret over but Aziraphale seemed so horribly troubled by it. The angel was trying to make something that would remind him of a friend, which was a touching sentiment. Didn't Atem keep a cartouche in his possession for that very reason? Sure, Téa had given it to him so that when he learned his name he could inscribe it on the necklace and never forget it again but the necklace meant more than just that.

When the woeful eyes turned on him however all enjoyment of the comical aspect came to an abrupt halt. Somewhat sheepishly, Atem looked over his shoulder hoping against hope that Aziraphale was looking past him, but no such luck.

"I'm... a little rusty with this world's magic.." He cautioned, when he realized he was going to have to face this head on.