Chilton blinked, and then tilted his head in halfway agreement -- Gabriel has a point there: Frisbee-to-throat action is highly impressionable. He grinned at little at the angel's response to the innuendo (but how could he resist?), casually mirroring Gabriel's own shrug. If the similarity in motions, the symmetry, was intentional, it was not something Chilton was bound to remark upon.

"Were my grandmother still alive, either of them, and here -- well, egg sucking likely wouldn't be on the itinerary."

It was unfair of Chilton, responding so dourly after he was speaking in sauce just moments before.

"But your record of blowing only your own horn is duly noted." He glanced around, once more disdainful of their setting. "What brings you here, anyway? It's not what I would call holy ground."