[the sudden question makes him sit up straighter and stare at her before he moves the cake and sets it on his opposite side. It's not an invitation per say- but while he looks ready to lecture it droops.

He's weary. So this is weariness.]

No.

[you do have free will. Crowley made it a curse and trying to explain it is hard.

If he does have free will. Okay let's test that ]

We used to sing more than we do now. Choirs and music. Not just praise either, I mean it's all praise to her and from her. We all had our choirs though and I play horn.

[okay. God must have wanted him to test himself. And this information, well. Humans must have guessed it right? It's the easiest to understand.

He's not chosing this. It-

He adjusts his scarf and watches her warily.]

The idea of angels dancing is a theological question about the nature of reality and how much space living beings occupy.

But no that was that possession. Not me. Song wasn't either.

[he wouldn't be that open.]