Ah, so it was one of those days, then: fine at the start, but then one thing comes along and... Was he about to eat a cake on the altar? Balthazar supposes putting a face to the already annoying voice won't hurt; after all, this is a man who obviously cares not about respecting a place of worship.

Not that he's really any better.

For some reason, sweettooth seems familiar to the (former?) angel, but for the life of him, he can't explain why. For all Balthazar knew, the flippant man could've been an angel. Or a demon. Unfortunately for him, he had been cut off from feeling the presences of souls (and Grace, he'd bet) around him. Not only that, but besides a few angels and one, particular demon, he wasn't very knowledgeable on who's vessel was whose. He'd have to do it the old fashion way: guess.

"You speak about messes, but I doubt you're going to leave the altar very clean once you finish that off."