And somewhere meta-ly, Gabriel's only response is damn straight. He's had a lot of experience with this sort of thing- part of the big ol' plot to piss off Daddy and get him to pay attention sort of deal that just wound up being loads of fun. Human women- they've been the ruin of many a poor angel and Dad knows (or doesn't, because that's the point), he's one. Although, to be fair, he was sort of ruined before the debauchery caught up with him.

He makes a sound that's half moan and half chuckle against her mouth at the contact and moves his hands further up her shirt, smirking victoriously through the kissing when a certain little something unhooks without much difficulty, whether that's just luck or he's abusing his powers again isn't really clear. Either way, his hand has stopped working its way around her back and has moved forwards a bit.

A Knight of the Cross and an Archangel screwing around like a couple of teenagers in the backseat of a car. If Dad even cares anymore, they are both so doomed to the special hell forever. Might actually be worth it though.