[Gabriel is putting things together and he tugs on his tie that shifts into one printed with a bacon image. Staring down at it before tossing it over his shoulder one hand stretches very gently behind him and lightning crackles in the sky far above them.

Treat him like he'd treat Beelzebub.

Except, he has put him down, those stupid fucking ties, that stupid - stupid - everything about this stupid dimension and...He is so. angry.

Wrath is a sin. Wrath is a sin. Wrath is a sin. but what point was it to believe in sins if she'd lied to him? It comes in clear. Treat him like he'd treat Beelzebub. This pagan pretender. It's not false bravado. It's being mild. It's showing mercy.

It's angelic behavior. Fuck whatever those two traitors thought. So he folds his hands and the lightning fades.]

Yes, but I bet if you had wings, you would. You strike me as the kind of being to want people to admire you. I-

[He raises his head skyward.] Have had humans paint me since they began to make art and add to her creation. I don't need to justify anything or prove anything.

[But there is a waver in his voice of barely contained rage because he does not want to be angelic and nice and sweet he wants to bring down smiting lightning on this whole place and...and...

The car salesman smile fades a hair before it brightens again. A person skilled at manipulation could tell that he is barely restraining himself from doing something - well. Stupid.]