I would've known, eventually. It would've gotten out. You can't really keep things from an angel. [Right. Not putting out the fire at all. He shut his eyes tight and stood up.] Yeah. Okay. I'll stop breathing down your neck.

[He turned to go and lingered, because dammit, he didn't want to leave and he shouldn't have to if he didn't want to. Who was she to order him around? What kind of archangel would actually listen to that?]

You sure?