"19th Century, didn't miss much." he replies, leaving out the part where he took the nap to begin with because he and Aziraphale had gotten in a fight and he couldn't cope with not talking to him. That might make him sound too pathetic.

"Drinks then. I'll buy the alcohol, you mix the drinks. Sounds fair to me." he replies, still carrying his end of the corpse a little too easily. Celestial strength... you understand.